#me: Bet

[didderd]

(Warning: mild suggestive under cut. (tastful nudity?))

this was gonna be Butch's artfight attack, but Milk rejected it. said it wasn't pg enough smh. /j/lh/nm (fair. valid lmao)

(this was Milk's idea btw)

[powderblueblood]

not strictly edlacey but yes hai, I need more on Al and Ray like they have something weirdly psychosexual going on and I need more of it 🫶like what's their reunion post jail like??

GOD AND YOU KNOW ITS LIKE AIR TO ME TOO

seriously. if only they had fucked we might not be in this mess, but ray is too repressed and al is always somehow neck deep in pussy and too straight to function. acts fruity though.

but it’s not even a dark alley or a bar or the trailer park or anywhere inconspicuous where they meet—it’s broad daylight, it’s by accident, it’s at melvald’s because it’s the only place al can pick up that good shortening. for whatever reason. he’s making—

“fried chicken?”

ray’s voice comes over the aisle like a bell that makes al almost shit his entire pants. he hadn’t even clocked him just… standing up there. crisp polo, khakis. his regular guy costume. whereas al wore a grubby hawaiian shirt thrown over a grubbier vest and his son’s jeans.

he’d known ray had gotten out. sure he did. even thought about calling on ray’s daughter about it, but then al came down and realised a bullet wound didn’t go with this outfit.

megawatt grin powers up.

“you know my wheelhouse,” he chuckles. like they’re nothing but old friends and al hasn’t pulled the rug and the house it came with out from under the doevskis at large.

munson charm overload ricochets off ray like rain on a trailer roof, which he’d had to get used to. he also, apparently, has to acquaint himself with the sisyphean task of buying groceries.

“eddie must be pleased,” ray’s face is saintly serene, “to see you back in the kitchen.”

al’s neck stiffens. no, ray. uh uh. can’t we have a pleasant, unweighted conversation? can’t you accept the fact that i won? can’t you let me fuck your business the way it wants to be fucked in peace?

“not as pleased as your little girl.”

ray’s facade doesn’t crack. al’s considered that might be because there’s nothing but facade. empty on the inside, impeccably dressed on the out.

“lorelei,” he supplies.

“i thought that they called her… somethin’ else.”

ray shrugs.

“still. she must be glad. must be glad to have her old man home, so soon.”

oh god, it’s starting. al, for his great empire of bullshit, can never stand up against ray’s unwavering stare for long. he starts to babble. starts to sweat. it’s how he talked himself into working with ray in the first place, and why he knew he had to put him away.

“i mean, won’t it be so great that you and glory get to see her graduate together, fingers crossed my boy’s gonna pull through but, y’know, maybe now that—“

“i’ll see you around, al.”

“huh?”

ray makes a suave beeline for the door, shooting al one last look over the bar of his sunglasses. the sun is right in al’s eye. he can barely make him out.

“i said,” ray repeats, “i’ll see you around.”

[qiloong]

frankly, jiyan should receive kisses and scritches to his scales and the fact that he is NOT rn is criminal

[manybcdthings]

cross home

hunter and lia @gloriouswhispers

"Hey, no." Hunter's voice sounded in a fair but quick tone as he abandoned his seat half way through another conversation when Lia entered the door. His attention moved immediately to the supplies she was carrying, taking them from her and shooting a quick glance beyond their home. "No one with you?" it was more of a statement than question, before Hunter closed the door behind him. He didn't care if he heard the same response even when Kat was pregnant. I'm not dying, Hunt. It's not a disease. Being grateful that Lia wasn't the idle type of wolf was one thing but not when she was almost ready to pop. They were two unlikely wolves in a form of pairing, Hunter at first finding it impossible to talk to Lia when she was placed with them after arriving in Hollow Cove. Not because of any reason other than her vastly different views of the world, but still, Hunter didn't turn his nose up to a pretty face and gradually over time there was a foundation of respect. Which only grew tenfold when learning she was carrying one of his children. "Next time, just wait 'til someone's around. There's enough of us." he griped, dropping the box on the kitchen counter swiftly before turning to her again and nodding. "Sit down, Li. Take a minute." he suggested, hand instinctively moving to her growing stomach briefly. "Our boy's gonna come out like he's on crack if you don't just sit for a minute."

[lordsrot]

@ladysbloom ❝ why do you think we’re any safer here? ❞

"Do you believe them wise enough to seek us all the way out here?"

Curt was the corpse blood's muffled inquiry. Large hands clasped comfortably behind his back as he gazed out, hues burning brightly as a lit flame beneath his iron facade, beyond the comfort offered by the grotto the lord had whisked them away too. Far from prying eyes and angered foes who would dare to raise a hand against him. Agravaine turned his bright sights onto Serene. Visibly his eyes softened as hands fell loose to his side. Fire in his eye dimming. Long legs carried him gently towards the woman. Slender fingers were gentle to grasp at his love's chin, lifting her gaze delicately as their eyes met.

No matter how many moons would pass, her love never once faltered. Such a wonder how something as horrid and rotten as he could ever be adored and cared for so fiercely and tenderly. Undeserving, lacking understanding of it all. Yet Serene did so effortlessly. Sincerely. Not once turning away in disgust of his actions nor his features. And he would see kingdoms and men crumble before any harm befell her. 

Silence took the looming man for a time. Grasp at his lover’s chin forgotten as he gently led her towards the water’s edge. Relishing the echoes of water rippling all across the grotto. Their very voices could be lost in noise if their tones were too weak. “... When I was younger, more feeble, I would often take refuge in such places.” The corpse blood gave pause, “Once the clouds break in the sky, you will be able to count the stars on the water’s surface if you wish.”

“We are safe here. I will keep you safe wherever our travels take us.” Figure dips as Serene’s petite hand is raised, emotionless face of iron lifted, so that cool lips could press to pale knuckles, “You have my word.”

[wickedhawtwexler]

ya girl is officially playing in all the group pieces at her violin concert 💅🏻

[happy-mask-lady]

it would take like a single person to tell me kys rn

[thecoolertails]

thanks that was really helpful

[redsray]

I love the idea of the Wayne kids dropping extremely vague and disturbing comments during galas. Especially when in uncomfortable situations or if they're just bored. They pull out things from their nightlife too. Other times they just make shit up.

Socialite: Oh, dear, your cheeks look so sullen! Who sucked the life out of you?

Tim, dead serious: An old man with a goatee.

Socialite: Uh... what?

Dick: Once I broke my knee so badly that I swear I could see part of the bone sticking out.

Socialite: Good lord. How on earth did that happen?

Dick: Just clumsy gymnast things ^^

Socialite: The white streak is certainly a bold fashion choice.

Jason: I saw someone get decapitated once, so I could be doing worse in terms of what's on my head, yknow? At least I have one.

Socialite: What's your favourite colour, sweetie?

Damian: Red.

Socialite: Oh that's lovely!

Damian: Like the blood of my enemies.

Socialite: Oh.

Socialite: You must be new to these kind of events.

Duke: Uh, yeah, they're kind of scary. But I've had worse.

Socialite: Worse.

Duke: Well I've been left on top of a skyscraper before with no way down just to 'get over my fear of heights' so, yes.

Socialite: You don't talk very loud, do you? I can barely hear you.

Cass, with a straight face: If I spoke any louder every glass in the room would shatter.

Tim, behind her: I can vouch.

[robiniswriting]

david tennant, matt smith, and jodie whittaker: if doctor who calls me and im available I am so there

me: omg yes slay I love that for you

christopher eccleston and peter capaldi: there’s nothing on god’s green earth that makes me want to reprise the role of the doctor on television

me: omg yes slay I love that for you

[anbaisai]

AU where Mostro Lounge launches it as an official sporting event, because Azul smelled the business opportunity (featuring @raven-at-the-writing-desk's Miss Raven with Jade)

(Continuation of the book 4 mystery)

Bonus of the nefarious opportunistic octopus:

[spelllingandthemysteryschool]

BORING! BANAL! PREDICTABLE! CLICHÉ! AND WORST OF ALL… PROFOUNDLY UNCHIC!

[foldingfittedsheets]

In one misfortunate year I ended up getting into several car accidents. It cemented my general fear and anxiety in cars, because in each case I was either in the car but not driving or driving safely when suddenly something hit me.

One was my ex driving in an unfamiliar city and cutting someone off on accident that resulted in a sideswipe. Another was getting rear ended when I came to a required stop.

The last was when I had a green arrow at an intersection. I turned and was smashed into by someone running a red light, T-boning my little car.

Dazed and in shock I tottered out of the car to behold a crusty older man eating a donut step out of the offending vehicle. A fire truck arrived to block us off from traffic since my car could no longer move under its own power.

“Were you on your way home from work?” The firemen asked me.

I shook my head, struggling to focus on them, “No,” I said vaguely, “I was on my way home from volunteering at the animal shelter.”

In an instant they were closing ranks around me, glaring at the ambivalent donut man who would dare to hit a tiny frail angel who volunteered at the animal shelter. They asked if I needed to get anything out of my car. I did.

“It’s… uh. It’s a little weird though.”

They gestured for me to proceed. I grabbed a bag with snacks and books and filled it with things I couldn’t just leave in my car. Last out I pulled my cutlass.

“Is that a sword?!”

It was. They were instantly like giant puppy dogs, excited and delighted but trying to mind their manners. The bravest said, “Can we��?” I held out the sword. They whooped with delight, unsheathing and marveling at it.

“Why do you have that in your car?”

“I honestly don’t remember, it’s just a fun thing to have at a party now.”

“Is your wrist okay?”

My shock was wearing off and I realized I was cradling my wrist to my chest. “Oh.” I rummaged into my bag and pulled out a wrist brace.

“Wh….why do you already have that?” I was starting to confuse the firemen. I volunteered with cats, had a sword offhand, and kept a wrist brace in my car bag.

“Sometimes I try to hold books in a way that sprains my wrist? So I have this in my car just in case.”

They stared at me. Maybe, like my wife, they assumed it was for masturbation induced injuries. They handed my sword back as the tow truck arrived and thanked me for letting them play with it. They gave donut man one last glare and drove their big truck away.

[supd00dle]

love me some fan made mobian Metal Sonics @artkotaro (these two belong to them!!)

[hkthatgffan]

WHY DID ALEX HIRSCH HAVE TO REPLY TO THIS TWEET OF MINE OUT OF ALL OF THEM, LMFAO?!

[hinamie]

7/3: pov u r nanami kento pleased that i managed to pull smth together in time for your bday