#skip vicious

[daily-ninjago-tcg]

Card of the Day: Sons of Garmadon

German name: Garmadons Motorrad-Gang Featured characters: Zane Julien as Snake Jaguar, Skip Vicious, Ultra Violet, Mr. E, Killow, Chopper Maroon Series 3 Number: LE11 Type: character card - limited edition Alignment: Villain - Sons of Garmadon Power: 108 Attack: 84 Defense: 65 Speed: 88

[juniperjellyfish]

[cuntylestat]

the iwtv soundtrack came on shuffle

[cocolacola]

anyone in this hell pit want to discuss alucard with a sexy amount of nuance

[sacrilegious-skeletal-scribe]

kerosene and other dietary supplements

there’s a dryness in the center of bite wounds, the ones that can’t get all the way through

teeth and saliva and blood; that little semi-circle of perfect fifths

but the skin between remains unblistered, unbroken, dry and calm

it’s funny, as long as a morgue kicking laughter into grief is a joke

if it's still humor when the ouroboros reaches the end of its tail and stares back at itself

eyes and recognition and fear meeting for a second

the moment it takes for a jaw to widen, eyes rolling back in the lunge

and the snake is lust, it is doubt and a choking scream and violence

so tightly coiled it must forfeit sight to part its teeth

directionless and thrashing and begging for someone to do that again

take up shed blade and intent and for god’s sake aim for something important

but mostly it sleeps in your chest, and mostly it isn’t a snake, and mostly you live around it

and it’s not lust

it is anger, enough pain and blood and guilt and violence for a lifetime

astounding what you can fit into fifteen minutes with a little depersonalization and a paring knife

still not lust

but there is a sex to it

something in the movement, in the quiet desperate shuffling

because it’s sex and it's grief and you don't even have to cry during

it’s sex and it's the closest you can get to dying without drawing attention to yourself

it’s tearing your skin down to brass tacks because maybe if you can get at the support hooks you can talk them into fitting correctly

it’s standing in the basin of a church parking lot on a thursday afternoon

slamming god’s finest car door into your forearm until it remembers who it belongs to

it hurts like godfire and it’s the closest thing you can have to sex without taking your clothes off

and it’s lust the same way that shallow midnight anguish is lust

it’s lust like an apology that stalls out, somewhere between bile and teeth

like a rotting pomegranate, like a dead spider, blood and skin and eyes

smeared ever so slightly between your palm and the hole it was trying to escape to

it’s lust for as long as anger has to be yelling

has to seethe and bare teeth and throw plates at raised arms

as long as anger does not realize how to smile, to placate, to pray

(as long as i love you has to be true)

as long as you have to stare unblinking into the wound before it’s allowed to kill you

allowed to pus and rot and burrow through flesh until there isn’t any

lust like a maggot cupped gently into a corpse, bathed in sunlight

it’s lust because the grief counsellor can never dig quite fast enough

hard to keep up with the dirt, armed with your own inertia and twenty court-ordered minutes

and the kind of grief that doesn’t grip the silverware drawer to hurt other people

they never get to weapons made of strangers

to clothing that debrides skin if you fold it right, if you ask nicely

to throwing yourself against nails and teeth and flared collarbones

until the bruises start to slide together, till your skin is too stunned to scream at you

it’s violence but not for anybody else

it’s that godless sex that gets you frowned at, by family and holy men

like all this little fucking conundrum was missing was disapproval

and the bite roils in your stomach now, bile creeping up between cracked teeth

they are vicious and eager and can never sink all the way through

‘cause it’s rotting, that dry little center

and you can’t bring yourself to check just how much progress it’s made

you’ve always looked a little like roadkill, anyway

[hunter-sylvester]

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When your boyfriend is a Car Guy™ so he informs you that Skip drives the meme car.

Mini-shitpost comp

Not sponsored by Ford

[newt-and-salamander]

Newt Appreciation Month, Day 12: Favourite Interview about Newt

So I really didn't know what to post because I rarely spend much time on YouTube and I couldn't remember anything especially sticking out to me, except for silly promotion videos. :D

But then I saw @afrenchaugurey sharing a screenshot of a post by loversagainstallodds and I think I will do the same now because I don't know what else to post, but I don't want to skip another day. :)

Sorry for the low effort, I will do better another day. :)

[lyriumrain]

i was so happy doing that horticulture training in 2021. I was so optimistic about finding fulfilling working in a nursery, or gardening, or even working in a more research/conservation kind of role.

and then it ended and no one, not even industry veterans, could tell me where to go from there. Job listings overwhelmingly require that you already be experienced. Entry level positions are typically for physically intensive work like landscaping (not what I want). If you try to cold call potential employers they're only interested if you know someone else in the industry (and preferably someone the employer personally knows).

To make things even worse, people can't even tell me what sorts of keywords to use when searching. Looking under generic titles only goes so far.

[fuckvictorvale]

what's the link for that vicious playlist? 🤭

LMAO it's not even good enough to share. it's a combination of other people's vicious playlists and then a bunch of random songs that had The Vibes (to me at least). maybe i'll try to make a more refined one for public consumption

here are a few songs on there though:

Mr. Rattlebone by Matt Maeson (evervale)

New Invention by IDKHOW (this one reminds me of serena and eli actually)

Liquid Reign by Dark Stares (evervale)

Visitation of the Ghost by The Brobecks

Afterlife by Nothing But Thieves <<<< (one of my faves on there, stolen from someone's evervale playlist)

Burning Pile by Mother Mother (stole this one too)

Roll Call by The Neighbourhood (this is Dominic's song imo)

[cinemajunkie70]

A very happy birthday to the very awesome Jennifer Jason Leigh!

[daily-ninjago-tcg]

Card of the Day: Evil Skip

German name: böser Skip Featured character: Skip Vicious Series 3 Number: 85 Type: character card Alignment: Villain - Sons of Garmadon Power: 35 Attack: 47 Defense: 56 Speed: 62

[fingertipsmp3]

It’s so upsetting when job websites are advertising for thee coolest jobs possible but it’s stuff I can’t do. Like what do you mean I’m not qualified to be a casual zookeeper. That sounds fucking amazing

[vamptastic]

it sucks especially bc a lot of endocrine issues that cause weight gain/loss will also do stuff like make you ravenously hungry all the time or make you feel like you're fucking dying if you try to eat more/less food

[hazemfromgaza]

Giving‏ up on my Family in Gaza Facing Death and Famine is NOT an option!

‏The living conditions of the people of Gaza are worsening drastically. Netanyahu is hell-bent on massacring my people and destroying every form of life in Gaza. As I think continuously about the fate of my family and the different possible scenarios, my heart skips beats.

‏They live in fear of death 24/7, with no electricity, no clean running water, no cooking gas, no proper food, no work, no life! They, like all the helpless poor people of Gaza, deserve a break. As time passes, the risk of losing some or all of my family members increases. Time, unfortunately, is not on my side as the war becomes more vicious and ferocious every day.

‏Hopefully, when the Rafah crossing is operational again, I will spare no effort to temporarily evacuate them to Egypt until the war is over. They are torn apart and I am devastated!

‏I would like to see my family🙏😭

[vivwritesfics]

Princess

"But daddy, I love him!"

Warnings: the stroll family, hints of smut

April, 2022

"Princess."

Her expression was vicious as she looked at the man in the orange race suit. But he was smirking as he sauntered towards her. She gripped the table top she was sitting on, ready to kick him away if he got to close. "What do you want, Norris?"

"Shouldn't you be in the Aston Martin garage?" He leaned on the table beside her, looked up at her through his pretty eye lashes. God, she couldn't stand him.

She nodded towards Daniel, her future brother-in-law's best friend. He had somehow become her best friend, too, through the near two years they had known each other. But him drove for McLaren, and his teammate was an ass.

Lando was so close. If anybody else was this close to her, she would have been pushing them away, calling them a creep. But this was almost a challenge. She was daring him to come closer, to lay his hands on her. He was smart enough not to.

"You know you're on my side of the garage, right?"

"You know I don't care, right?"

The two stared at each other. No, she wasn't going to move. She let her legs swing as she looked across the McLaren garage, looked towards Daniel and Scotty.

Lando wasn't looking at her as the next words left his lips. "Come to my hotel room later," he whispered. The only indication that she heard him was when she stopped swinging her legs. Lando didn't know if this was a yes, but he walked away from her, walked over to his engineer.

She hopped off of the table and walked over to Daniel and Scotty. It was so natural for her to tuck herself under Scotty's arm, as if he was already her brother-in-law.

Daniel and Scotty looked down at the youngest member of the Stroll family. "Are we heading back?" She asked, looking at him so sweetly.

Scotty squeezed her shoulder and looked at his friend. "Duty calls," he said and walked away with her still tucked under his arm. But it wasn't the easiest way to walk and, as they headed out of the McLaren garage, she freed herself from his grip.

"What were you and Lando talking about?" Scotty asked, his voice filled with genuine curiosity as they walked.

She shrugged her shoulders and smoothed out the skirts of her little black dress. It was one of those sports dresses, with the shorts built into them. She wasn't exactly doing any sport, but it was cute and it was so damn hot in Australia. "He was just being an ass," she said as Scotty walked her to the Aston Martin garage.

The name Lando had called her wasn't cute, or mocking. It was what everybody called her. She was Lawrence Stroll's youngest child, his little princess. He didn't want her walking the paddock by herself, which was why Scotty was by her side like a loyal lap dog. Anything to make his future father-in-law happy.

Scotty raised his eyebrows at her, but she shrugged him off and skipped over to her family.

***

The hotel corridor was dark, quiet. She tiptoed along, her feet in the fluffy slippers she had insisted that she brought to every race weekend. The reason she needed them was incredibly simple: She refused to sneak through a hotel corridor with nothing on her feet.

He had texted her the room number just minutes before, waiting for the moment she wasn't surrounded by her family. As soon as he had texted her, she got changed, dressing in her prettiest lingerie and his old shirt.

She had stolen it on the last race weekend, had kept it hidden in her bag as she headed back home. There was nothing he loved more than seeing her in his clothing.

Nobody came out of their rooms as she knocked on his. There was a moment before the hotel room door was pulled open, a moment where he looked through the peephole, made sure it was her.

The minute he opened the door, she launched herself at him. Her arms wrapped around his neck as he pushed the door shut. "Jesus," he whispered through a laugh as his arms settled around her, holding her against his body.

She allowed herself to be dragged into the hotel room. She was kissing all over his face as he settled on the bed and pulled her onto his lap. "Hi, Princess," he whispered as she kissed him again.

She kissed him again, cutting off whatever he was going to say next. Lando didn't much mind, though. He kissed her back eagerly as her hands moved into his hair. "You should let it grow out," she said through kissed as she tugged at his hair. He let out a throaty groan.

His fingers travelled down her sides, almost light enough to tickle her. She squirmed away slightly as he gripped the bottom of her shirt. "This mine?" He asked and went to pull it up over her head.

She nodded and lifted her arms. Lando pulled off her shirt and threw it into the corner of his hotel room. His lips moved down her neck, kissing his way to her chest.

She tugged on his hair again as he kissed her chest, hands grabbing at her waist. He moved her against him, rocked her in his lap. "Have you got the matching undies on, too?"

Pulling away, she smacked his shoulder. "Lando, don't call it that!" She cried and glared at him.

He threw his head back and looked at her through his lower lashes. "You want to get it on, or what?" He asked, almost joking as he bucked her hips up and launched her forwards, into his chest.

She pushed on his chest as she sat up. "Classy," she whispered , but she was grinning as she pushed her pyjama shorts down and reached for him.

"You know it," he said, sitting back with his hands behind his head.

June, 2023

Daniel was no longer driving for McLaren. She had no reason to go over to the McLaren garage, not now that Daniel wasn't driving.

Sitting in the Aston Martin garage was incredibly boring. She tapped away at her phone, nails clicking against the screen as she texted. "You don't have to be here, you know," Lance said as if he could tell how badly she wanted to be somewhere else. "You can go home."

But she didn't want to go home. She wanted to head to the McLaren garage and watch Lando do his thing. "But..." She looked around the garage, looking for any excuse to stay in the garage. "I want to watch Nando do his thing."

Rolling his eyes, Lance stood and left her to it.

Someone was watching her. Her phone pinged and she looked down at her screen. you look pretty today. She looked up to see him in front of the Aston Martin garage. He wasn't looking at her, instead pretending to frown at his phone.

Stalker, she replied, unable to hide her grin. And I look pretty everyday.

She saw him laugh to himself, glance up quickly, and walk off. no, you're right, he sent to her as he walked back to the McLaren garage. you do look pretty everyday

So do you, Norris

When her father walked over, she quickly locked her phone. "What do you think of Lando Norris?" He asked as he sat down beside her.

It took her a moment to realise that he was talking to her. Lawrence never went to his youngest daughter to talk about Formula One. Yes, she had been there for most of Lance's career, but what did she know?

"Uh, he's nice," she said quickly. It was so damn hard to act nonchalant about him. Behind closed doors, she was loving him so intensely, but her father couldn't know.

Lawrence leaned forward in his seat, surveying the pitlane in front of them. "We're considering him for the team."

Her heart hammered in her chest. "To be Fernando's teammate?" She asked, gripping the arm of her little chair so tightly.

"To be Lance's teammate."

Fuck, they were going to destroy his career. "Dad, you can't!" She said quickly as she stood up. "He's always gonna drive for McLaren, it would be stupid to even try to offer him a contact. And you know it's just gonna upset Fernando."

She had said it so quickly, Lawrence regarded her with suspicion. He'd looked at her like that once before, when she was a teenager and sneaking that boy in and out of her room. She shrunk under his gaze when she realised he knew that something was going on.

"You're not..."

"No, of course not! Dad, that's a stupid accusation! We're just..."

But the words died on her tongue. Shaking his head, Lawrence settled his hand on her shoulder. "Princess, you're an adult now," he said. "I don't care who you're seeing, as long as you're happy and not being hurt."

She raised her head to look at her dad, her brows furrowed. "So, we don't need to hide?"

He shook his head. Before Lawrence could say anything more, she was gone, running towards the McLaren garage.

[kikyoupdates]

Rivalry | Bakugou Katsuki x F!Reader 

katsuki catches feelings for his new rival

Bakugou Katsuki has a crush, and he refuses to admit it. 

There’s a girl in his class who drives him absolutely insane. All throughout middle school, he’s had the top grades. His attitude, foul mouth, and appearance may fool people into believing he’s a delinquent—and to some extent, he is—but the truth is that he has a rigid, early bedtime, he does all his homework diligently, he studies at great length for tests, and he’s never missed a single day of class. 

He’s the best student there is. Or rather—he’s just the best in general. 

But this year, everything changed. 

There’s something about you that seems to catch everyone’s eye. You showed up at the beginning of the school year, a new transfer student, and from that moment onward, Katsuki swears his life got flipped upside down. 

You’re gifted. You’ve got the best grades not only in the class, but out of everyone in the whole school. Every time exam scores are posted for others to see, Katsuki is forced to grit his teeth at the sight of your name at the very top, time and time again.

It’s not just your grades, though. You’ve got a powerful Quirk, too. It’s some kind of energy control that allows you to levitate objects, enhance your physical strength, and also defend against attacks. It’s strong and versatile. Perfect for becoming a hero—which is exactly what you plan to be. 

The final nail in the coffin is that you’re also popular. 

Katsuki is used to being the center of attention wherever he goes. He’s used to being complimented for his intellect, his talent, his strength, and the sheer magnitude of his presence. Thanks to everyone praising him to high heaven, ever since he was a kid, his ego has become massively inflated. 

So, when he realizes that people are paying more attention to you than they are to him, he doesn’t know how the hell he’s supposed to handle it. 

Katsuki finds himself glaring at you just about constantly. You’ve always got a group of students gathered around you. You’re always smiling and laughing, looking carefree as can be. You’re also the only person in the whole class who doesn’t treat Izuku like dirt—which just pisses him off even more. 

One day, you stop in front of his desk with a bright smile. 

“Here you go, Bakugou,” you say, handing him a cookie. “This is for you.” 

Katsuki looks up at you in disbelief. “Why would I ever want this shit?” 

“I dunno. It was my birthday recently, so I baked cookies to hand out to the class. Don’t you want one? I thought everyone likes cookies.” 

“I would rather die than eat that,” he snarls, and he angrily shoves the cookie back into your hands. 

He’s dramatic as all hell, of course, and that kind of vicious remark would have been more than enough to make anyone feel self-conscious. It was needlessly harsh. He obviously didn’t mean it. Given the option of eating your cookie or dying, he would definitely eat the cookie. 

Not that it really matters, though.

You’re completely unfazed. 

“Damn, I didn’t know you were deathly afraid of cookies,” you muse. “I’ll have to keep that in mind for next time. What about cupcakes? Are cupcakes safe for you to eat?” 

Katsuki’s entire face turns red. “That’s obviously not what I meant, asshole!” 

“I know,” you giggle, and for some reason, the sound makes Katsuki’s heart skip a beat. “Sorry for teasing. You’re really funny, Bakugou. I like you.” 

He parts his lips to respond, but he’s incapable of forming any words. It feels like whatever he was about to say just died in the back of his throat. All of a sudden, he’s frozen in place, brain running haywire. 

“I like you.” 

You’re making fun of him. You have to be. And why should he even care whether you actually like him or not? He doesn’t give a shit about you. He can’t stand you. You’re the bane of his goddamn existence. 

…fuck. 

That’s what he keeps telling himself, but given how red his face is, it’s sounding harder and harder to believe. 

“I’ll make something else next time,” you beam. “I’m sure one day, I’ll figure out something you like. I’ve noticed you eat spicy food a lot. Maybe I should try making a curry. Ah, but if it’s good, you have to be honest with me, okay? You’re not allowed to lie.” 

Katsuki’s heart does another flip. It’s so stupid. He can’t believe his mind even bothered to read into it, but…

The fact that you know what kind of food he likes means you’ve at least been paying some attention to him, right? 

“I’m going to beat you,” Katsuki blurts. His voice wavers slightly, and he grinds his teeth together in embarrassment, but still, he persists. “On the next round of exams… I’m going to place first. Just you watch.”

Normally, Katsuki can’t stand to lose. He can’t stand the feeling of inferiority. The idea that someone else might be better than him.

And yet, despite his frustration, despite how much he claims you drive him up the wall, he actually doesn’t mind the challenge. It’s exciting. It makes him respect you that much more. 

“We’ll see about that,” you grin—and he’s convinced you have to be the prettiest girl he’s ever seen.

No doubt about it. 

Something about you just gets his heart racing.

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