#in character: answers.

[carriessotos]

soundtrack + nalini&thomas

send me “ soundtrack ” and i’ll tell you the song that plays when ours muses are on screen together.

i don't want to miss a thing, aerosmith: "i just wanna hold you close, i feel your heart so close to mine and just stay here in this moment for all the rest of time"

pra mim, essa faz sentido demaaaaaaaaais com os sentimentos dos dois e como eles estão se apaixonando (enquanto não podem assumir pra eles mesmos pelas complicações que vem junto), e é totalmente o thomas querendo estar com ela o temp todo, nem que seja só em silêncio aproveitando da companhia.

all of the girls you loved before, taylor swift: "your past and mine are parallel lines, stars all aligned and they intertwined and taught you the way you call me "baby", treat me like a lady"

amiga, pra mimmmmm, eles vão ser um dos nossos casais que vão mais usar o cérebro pra lidar com essas questões de relacionamento kkkkkk então acabou me fazendo sentido essa música pra eles, com os dois tendo passado anos em relacionamentos que, mesmo com os finais péssimos, ensinaram muito do que eles não querem repetir, e o que desejam encontrar.

ours, taylor swift: "life makes love look hard, the stakes are high, the water's rough, but this love is ours"

tava aqui ouvindo essa música e me deu um BUM de, meu deus, é muito a nali e o thomas! toda a questão de não quererem assumir os sentimentos por ela ser a ex-namorada do irmão dele, o receio das reações dos outros se assumirem algo juntos... e, inclusive, da família dela, né? eles odiavam o carter e querem arrumar um noivo pra nali, coitado do thomas quando descobrirem kkkkkkk.

butterflies, kacey musgraves: "now, you're lifting me up 'stead of holding me down, stealing my heart 'stead of stealing my crown - untangled all the strings 'round my wings that were tied"

acho essa bem autoexplicativa, se tu olhar a letra hihi. os dois - principalmente a nali - redescobrindo como é estar em um relacionamento em que conseguem se sentir completamente diferentes dos anteriores.

until i found you, stephen sanchez: "i would never fall in love again until i found her, i said i would never fall, unless it's you i fall into, i was lost within the darkness, but then i found her"

pra nós, que amamos clichês...

bonus tracks - nalini & carter:

bubble wrap, mcfly (off essa aqui é o jack pra melissa);

the smallest man who ever lived, taylor swift:

silver springs, fleetwood mac;

vampire, olivia rodrigo.

[daisyjoners]

hc + leonard

give me a character and i’ll give you 10+ headcannons: leonard schultz.

começou a the guess quando tinha dezesseis anos, com uma formação diferente e outro nome: parellel system. eram leonard, na guitarra e no vocal, dois amigos - bernard walters e anthony sawyer - como baixista e tecladista, e o primo de um deles, mark barrett, com a bateria de instrumento. o local de ensaio mais comum era no porão de mark, já que a ideia de um filho músico nunca caiu bem para seu pai.

performavam inicialmente em aniversários e bailes de formatura, jurando de pés juntos que era somente um hobby aos pais, mas todos sabiam muito bem que era mais do que aquilo. a primeira troca de nome aconteceu após deixarem portland para tentarem a vida na califórnia, após uma noite de bebedeira em que, no outro dia, leonard encontrou aquele nome em uma lista rabiscada num guardanapo.

quando tinha vinte e um anos e a banda começava a dar sinais de que poderia se tornar realmente algo, sofreram a primeira baixa: bernard resolveu sair para fazer faculdade. após algumas audições desastrosas tentando encontrar quem poderia ser o novo baixista, conseguiram que carrie burke o substituísse - oficializando os atuais integrantes da the guess.

quanto à sua família, é um assunto que leonard realmente não gosta de falar. seus pais nunca retornaram suas ligações após anunciar que deixaria os negócios deles para perseguir o seu sonho de ser músico, abandonando o desejo do pai de deixar para o filho mais velho o confiável comércio que possuíam. e, durante a infância e adolescência, o homem era extremamente rígido e, muitas vezes, ultrapassava os limites para disciplinar os filhos. nunca perdoou o pai e, muito menos, a mãe, por nunca ter feito nada.

suas irmãs mais novas constantemente pedem que tente contato novamente com os mais velhos, dizem que sentem falta dele, mas a mágoa de leonard é marcada pelo rancor - o defeito do qual nunca conseguiu se livrar. mantém contato com as duas, contudo, e ocasionalmente barbara - a caçula - aceita dele um ingresso para assistir um show da the guess; com jenny, a irmã do meio, conversa muito mais por telefone e carta, mas sabe que o apoia da mesma forma.

foi casado durante quatro anos com uma moça chamada laurie, e ainda estão no processo de divórcio atualmente. reconhece ter sido um marido péssimo, porque sempre priorizava muito o seu trabalho, a música, e tudo o que vinha junto, e não estava presente com muita frequência.

as suas músicas favoritas da the guess são behind blue eyes, runaway e medicine - escritas em várias noites de insônia enquanto estavam na turnê de divulgação de seu último álbum, cross road.

gosta muito de assistir filmes em seu tempo livre ou quando está tentando evitar pensar no que o atormenta no momento - usualmente, as questões de banda, já que se pressiona a manter tudo funcionando a todo tempo. o seu gênero favorito justamente é o terror, gostando especialmente de o massacre da serra elétrica, o que aconteceu com baby jane, noite dos mortos vivos e psicose.

uma coisa que leonard verdadeiramente odeia, é quando as coisas saem do que já havia montado em sua mente e, consequentemente, fogem de seu controle. odeia aquilo que não consegue prever, e não sabe lidar com pessoas imprevisíveis.

[hellspawnmotel]

whatever *tezuka-styles your deltarune cast*

[andstuffsketches]

[wormtime123]

(like two weeks late) quangle 4! this just turned into the cody compilation sorry

[allthingswhumpyandangsty]

hi, sorry, I just wanted to ask, and this is prolly going to sound super dumb, are authors chill with people commenting on their old fanfics and stuff?

just want to make sure that I'm not inadvertently being annoying

I believe I speak for most authors when I say they’ll never be annoyed by any positive comments from their readers

authors, reblog if you love receiving new comments on your old works

[unsanctitude]

fursona for grym... nothin but a got damn Glub glub🐟

[canisalbus]

Front facing Machete be like:

It just isn't his best angle.

[clumsypuppy]

wait for me

[bunnygirllover45]

possession.

[carriessotos]

✿ (madison&patrick)

send “ ✿ ” for 2 headcanons for our muses’ relationship: madison & patrick edition.

na primeira vez em que o pat for chamar a maddie pra qualquer coisa que envolva conhecer a família dele, o nervosismo vai ser tão grande que ela vai desmarcar em pânico por inventar um compromisso que simplesmente não existe; e somando o medo de estar naquele ponto do relacionamento e de ter inventado algo pra ele, a maddie vai culpa vai deixar ela quase com indigestão. com isso, vai admitir pra ele que na verdade só estava surtando completamente, porque, da última vez em que chegou nessa fase em um relacionamento, tinha dezessete anos - até teve os seus namorados na califórnia e no arizona, mas nenhum tinha família morando sequer no mesmo estado. por isso, vai ficar muito nervosa de acabar falando bobagem - justamente por estar nervosa - ou de vivenciar uma das histórias péssimas com os sogros que alguma das amigas já contou - incluindo a mick.

a mãe dos irmãos burton sempre disse pra maddie que nunca deveria considerar estar em um relacionamento com um homem que não pudesse imaginar como o pai de seus filhos e, de um jeito ou de outro, levou isso pra vida a longo prazo. não teve nenhum relacionamento antes de pat que bateu a marca de um ano - viciada em não conseguir se entregar profundamente a ninguém -, e, por isso, não foram muitas as ocasiões em que realmente teve de se questionar isso antes de decidir se valia ou não investir em uma relação. no entanto, vendo como pat sempre foi com o sobrinho, maddie teve certeza de que a resposta era sim, e que era capaz de imaginar um futuro junto com ele.

[kingsillysmilez]

Can a Tetris Girl and a Puyo Puyo Girl really fall in love?

[beehunterkisser]

pnf doodle compilasche

[myownwholewildworld]

old man!joel coming home from a long day of patrol, pissed with whatever tommy and/or ellie did to annoy him, and bending reader over while she does something like dishes or cooking. he is POUNDINGGGG the living hell out of her and muttering shit about how his day was terrible while reader is practically drooling and fucked dumb 👅👅👅

listen... i was screeching like a bitch in heat while writing this. FFFFUCK ME. thank you for this, anon, i love you 🫡

old man!joel miller collection masterlist | notifs blog

tw/tags: 18+, mdni. pwp/filthy smut. blissful domesticity / you're doing the dishes. free use. mild breeding kink. joel is a bit rough bc he's annoyed, poor baby. joel eats you from behind while you scrub. hair pulling, one playful spank, one account of rimming. unprotected piv. creampie. implied age gap. reader is female but not described other than hair that can be yanked.

You were elbow’s deep in the kitchen sink, doing the dishes, when you heard the front door creak. “Joel?” You called out, peeking over your shoulder. It was late at night, and you had just finished preparing the meal for the evening. No matter how late it was, you always waited for Joel to come back home when he was assigned to patrol. It was a good way to wind down for the day, have some warm food to replenish your empty bellies before heading together to bed. “M’back, sweetheart,” he replied from the hallway, loud enough for you to hear. “Take off you boots!” you warned him with a chuckle. “Otherwise, you’ll have to mop the mud off the floor before dinner!”

You heard his huffy grunt from the kitchen, quickly followed by the dull thud of his boots hitting the wooden planks.

Your attention returned to the pile of dishes and pots in front of you, scrubbing them clean with a sponge and bare hands.

“What do I always tell you?” Joel gritted right behind you, his broad hands palming either side of your hips.

You giggled, rolling your eyes. “To wear gloves, I know. But I won’t be longer than five minutes, I promise.”

“You’re gonna ruin your hands,” he tutted. “And you know I like ‘em soft.”

Looking over your shoulder, you saw the deep crease between his prominent, silvery brows. Joel wore a downcast expression, the crows’ feet around his eyes kissing the corners. His pepper-and-salt curls were wildly pointing everywhere, a testament to how windy it was outside.

“How’s patrol been?” you asked while you focused on the task at hand again.

“Shit. It’s been a rough day,” he husked out, shaking his head. “I hate patrols with Ellie and Tommy. They always do my head in.”

Your lips curled up in a smile—it was good for him to spend time with his family. Deep down, you knew he enjoyed their company, although all the banter left him exhausted by the end of the day.

“No, you don’t,” you retorted with a giggle.

“Yes, I do,” he growled in your ear, his calloused hands smoothing out over your tummy. “They don’t know when to shut up.”

The energy emanating from Joel’s body was intense, charged with frustration and a hint of exasperation. Without asking for permission, his meaty fingers found the button of your jeans, undoing it expertly quick before he pulled the zipper down.

“They fucking bully me any chance they got,” his chest rumbled with a contained grunt before he unceremoniously pushed your pants down to your knees. “Ellie and her puns drive me crazy as it is, but Tommy always has to chip in.”

You gasped, eyes fluttering for a second, when Joel’s left hand dove past the elastic of your underwear and his fingertips stroked the unruly curls on your mound. Squirming a little, breathing shallowly now, you scrubbed the pot harder. Your concentration faltered again when his ring finger wiggled through your slit to find your needy clit.

Joel nibbled at your earlobe, his tented jeans hard pressed against your ass. The heat of his chest warmed up your back, loosening the muscles, all the while his pad thumbed your nub lazily but determinedly.

“I wonder when they will run out of stupid jokes,” he went on, as if you were not melting under his touch. “I should burn those magazines in the garage.”

You hummed like a nightingale, your mind emptying of all thoughts. But soon his hand slid out of your panties, leaving you clenching for more. Before you could tell him not to stop now, Joel placed his hand between your shoulder blades and bent you over until your boobs were hanging into the sink.

“Old my ass,” he rasped before you heard him kneeling behind you. “I ain’t that old.”

You didn’t dare to point out how his knees had just cracked—you didn’t want to sour his mood anymore.

Still foaming the same pot, Joel’s fingers hooked around your panties, slithering them down your thighs until they tangled with your trousers on your knees. His broad hands grasped your ass cheeks and coaxed them apart—the cold air of the room kissing your wet pussy made your skin bristle, but soon enough the cold was replaced with Joel’s warm lips.

You sobbed audibly, arching your back, while Joel lapped at your entire fold, from your throbbing clit all the way up to your rimmed hole. Your breathing accelerated, heart racing wildly now, when he gently licked your puckered entrance before pecking it and returning to your creaming bundle of nerves.

“They said my aim is getting worse with age,” he complained, his lips talking against your inner labia. “Had to fucking show ‘em how it’s done.”

Joel then latched onto your clit and you moaned uncontrollably, your knees trembling with blinding pleasure. He suckled on it, the tip of his tongue circling around it from time to time, edging you to the summit of a much-needed orgasm. He paused for a breather and you grinded your crying cunt on his nose and mouth, silently begging for release.

“Tommy didn’t hit the can,” Joel huffed, nudging your clit with the tip of his nose. “Still had the guts to tell me that I am the one whose aim is getting worse? Clown.”

How he could ramble about his day while he was eating you out from behind was beyond reason. You barely had two brain cells rubbing together right now, forcing you to keep on scrubbing the same pot over and over again until the protective coating was coming off.

Joel sank his tongue in your palpitating opening, and right there and then you came. Wailing, you let go of the pot and sponge to grab at the rim of the sink, breathing heavily as he fucked you with his tongue throughout a shattering climax. Your creamy juices poured into his mouth and Joel drank from you like a man starved for water.

When you stopped shuddering with the afterglow, Joel got up to his feet behind you. Resuming your task with the dishes, you grinded your wet pussy on his zipper, the pull tab tickling your clit, asking for more.

Joel palmed your globes, squeezing them tight, before he took a step back to unbuckle his belt. Only a second had passed between hearing his zipper going down and Joel stabbing your cunt with his veiny cock, burying himself down to the hilt.

“Oh, f-f-fuck,” you stuttered under your breath, brows bunched up in concentration as you scrubbed the next dish.

Joel sighed heavily behind you, his hands clasping your waist to keep you in place. “Out of six cans, I only missed one. One! And only because the wind got a bit too strong as I was shooting! I had to listen to Ellie mocking me all the way back to Jackson and Tommy laughing his ass off.”

The way he was freeusing you had you gushing everywhere—Joel knew he always had your consent, didn’t matter if you were asleep or awake. You just wanted him pounding you hard until your brains and guts got fucked out into oblivion, just as he was doing you now against the kitchen counter.

Joel’s thrusts were sharp, deep and relentless. His hard cock stretched your inner walls impossibly so, a dull sting blooming into a very tight coil low in your belly. Your pussy hugged him, fluttering around him in uncontrollable waves, every time he was fully seated inside you.

For five minutes, he remained silent behind you, only his heaving grunts, your needy sobs and the squelching sounds of your cunt filled the musky atmosphere of the kitchen. When he rutted in, you pushed your hips back, eagerly meeting him halfway—your bodies in heavenly unison, as if your pussy had been made only for him. Only for his cock to ruin.

“Need this,” Joel muttered while one of his hands landed between your shoulder blades again, your back arching some more. “This sweet pussy of yours to blow off some steam.”

Before you could purr in approval, your drool falling off the corners of your mouth into the dish you were mindlessly scrubbing, Joel bunched your hair up in a ponytail and yanked at it. You gasped at the sudden, harsh tug that forced your head back. With every jerk on your hair, your puffy lips wolfed his pulsing dick down more eagerly, squeezing arrhythmically as another orgasm began to boil inside you.

You just couldn’t remain quiet any longer—when Joel jackhammered in and pulled at your hair, you moaned like a slut. He was fucking you so hard now, your breasts jiggled in the farmhouse sink, your underboobs hitting the ceramic. The clapping sound of your bodies meeting competed with your wanton whimpers, but you made a point of screaming louder.

Feeling a renewed rush of blood coursing through Joel’s girthy cock, you clenched your used pussy around him with a very tight grasp—so tight, that he was humming and ruggedly breathing while he climbed up to ecstasy. Joel tugged at your hair again, and this time he kept on pulling, your back impossibly arched like a bow ready to snap, until the back of your head was resting on his right shoulder.

“You know my aim is excellent, darling,” he groaned huskily, announcing his orgasm.

Joel pulsed one last time inside you before his cum filled you up in spurts, rope after rope of his white seed gluing to your inner walls and clinging onto every crevice inside your pussy. And when he did, you finally unravelled with him, an overwhelming euphoria drowning you as you sobbed and screamed your pleasure, leaving creamy rings on the base of his cock.

Joel kissed your cheek before letting go of your hair. Both of you were heaving now, trying to tame your breathing back to a normal pace and calming down your hearts. Joel always fucked you dumb and he did delivery this time—you only wished you were also cock drunk.

He pulled out sfotly, your pussy quivering one last time at the emptiness he left behind. You felt Joel’s tantalising fingers in your slick seam, gathering the leaking cum from your pussy lips to push it back inside you. You moaned again, biting down your lip, as he fingered you with his tacky spent, putting it back inside your cunt so it would take.

“Can’t waste it, sweetheart.” With just a few pumps of his thick fingers you came again, your thighs still shaking as you straightened your back.

You looked over your shoulder again to glanced at him stuffing his soft cock back in his boxers, with dreamy eyes and mouth agape, some drool still wetting your chin.

Joel snickered behind you, chuffed with himself. He swiped the spit off your chin with his thumb and licked it off his finger as if it was a little treat.

“What’s for dinner, sweetheart?” he asked, way more relaxed now, while he pulled your panties and jeans up and readjusted them for you.

“Lamb stew, but I wish there was cock on the menu,” you pouted, dreamily sighing as you rinsed off the dish and left it on the drying rack besides the sink.

Joel slyly grinned at you, playfully spanking your ass. “For dessert.”

[egophiliac]

WAIT when did he get FANGS

[hinamie]

you should draw kuna more

guy shrugging emoji