(Srry if you've gotten this Before)
Once you get this, you have to say five things you like about yourself, publicly. Then you have to send this to ten of your favourite followers (non-negotiable, positivity is cool) ^_^
Ok, i like this idea
5 things I like about myself are my athleticism, my eyes, my body build (muscle, links to athleticism), my writing skills, and my cooking.
I'm sending this too:
@matchalattegreen
@urlocalnonbinarybastard
@therealtwobitmatthews
@rileyh20
@jeremiahxaesthetic
@sturniololvrrr
@02wrldz
@mattssluttywaist
@dailyheartbreakhigh
@rafesmuse
I love you all <3
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also i ADORE vampire bats!!!!! they're so sweet and goofy looking and they run and jump and they can hear your heartbeat and they're two different cokors on their front vs their back and they're so gentle with their bites and they share blood with eachother and measure eachothers' stomach to make certain they've eaten and they're so small and their scientific name is literally desmodus ROTUNDus, they're fat little bats and i love them with all my heart, and also they've done so much for goths
They can hear your heartbeat? Ough 🥺
I love how caring they are with each other... taking care of the old and sick and orphans in their colony and sharing food 😭
They are all best friends <3 round small friends
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Personally I think Tim's spiralling out and he thinks he's an awful person and is pushing her away. It's not about them being worth the effort or fighting for their relationship. Tim doesn't feel worthy of Lucy and he needs therapy and time to process.
Ding ding ding!
That's more or less how I view it. This break-up says nothing about how Tim views them as a couple, or how he feels about Lucy. He's in immeasurable pain and he's essentially falling on his sword to try to set Lucy free.
This is a break-up born out of love, which ultimately makes it hurt so much more.
(I'm working on a 6x06 post-ep where I'm exploring this and more, stay tuned 😉)
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walking around the house in nothing but one of eddie's old t-shirts... knowing that the second he sees you, you're getting bent over the nearest surface.
Well! How could I say no to this??
Warnings: p in v unprotected sex (wrap it folks) implied established relationship, dom Eddie x sub fem reader
A/N: this was a good ask, exactly what I like, short and dirty (just like me) Comments and reblogs are what keep the cogs and springs in my steampunk heart oiled ❤️
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Humming along to the radio in the warm light of the trailer, you try to be helpful, mixing ingredients in a plastic bowl you'd found in a cupboard. Eddie had left to do a deal and his uncle was away all weekend, so you'd crawled out of bed and decided to whip up some pancakes. He'd mentioned them the night before and left you with a craving so you thought you'd surprise him.
You pad around the kitchen barefoot, only wearing one of Eddie's old Hellfire T shirts, the one he hated since it was too big. It was perfect for you as a makeshift dress, just covering the curve of your butt.
Reaching on tippy toes you examine the top cupboard trying to excavate a frying pan from its depths. Over the sound of the tinny radio and your own clattering you don't notice the opening of the trailer door, or the metallic sound of Eddie's keys falling to the ground in shock.
You cannot help but notice a warm torso against your back and an unmistakable bulge pressing directly against your ass. Jumping with shock, a squeal escapes your lips.
"Jesus Eddie you scared me!"
No words. Just a firm hand gripping you by the hip, the other snaking fingers across your jaw, and a strong body pushing you hard against the counter. Panic grips you for a moment. What if it isn't Eddie?
That is until hot breath winds its way into your ear.
"Baby, look at you. What are you doing?"
You attempt to answer, whilst he grinds his hardness against the fat of your ass cheeks.
"I-I was, I was making pancakes. I was gonna surprise you?" Your words are unsure; he almost sounds mad, belying the urgent gestures of his hips.
"I mean, what are you doing in my shirt? Jesus baby, you look smokin' hot."
You attempt to move but Eddie's holding you still, hand now gripping the nape of your neck whilst the other smooths across your curves and under the hem of his old shirt. As his fingertips ghost across your heat you can't help but back into his feathering touch.
"Fuck, you're not even wearing panties? Well, fuck."
His hand moves away, making you frown, until you hear the unmissable clink of his handcuff belt. Eddie unzips his jeans and pushes them down just far enough to release his cock from its denim confines.
You feel the weeping tip rut against your slickened folds making you jolt.
"Eddie, please." It comes out needy, begging; exactly how he likes it.
"Yeah? You want it? Is that why you're wearing my shirt and nothing else?" You hear the grin in his voice and the wet noise of him spitting into his hand to wrap it around his dick.
When he starts pushing into you a gasp forces its way out of your lungs; air expelling in relief at him entering you.
Eddie gives you no time to adjust. He simply ruts into you animalistically, one hand gripping your hip leaving indents in your skin, the other leaning on the countertop as leverage, allowing him to drive into you as hard as possible.
"You drive me crazy, just walking around in my shirt, and, fuck, nothing else. You fuckin' menace."
"Eddie!" You try to retort but there's no air to breathe, unable to snap back when he's fucking you this brutally.
You feel a deep bubbling in your stomach, a powerful release clamping down on your insides, about to spill. Eddie's thrusts become sloppy and somehow even deeper as you scream your release out into the world, pussy gripping him as if it were afraid to let him go. Eddie cums inside you with a drawn out groan, body flopping over yours on the countertop.
Pressing soft kisses to your temple, he pulls from your heat and stands. You're not so lucky, legs wobbling, nearly giving out from under you like a new-born fowl.
"Woah there, sweetheart" Eddie says as he grasps you firmly by your waist. "You OK?"
Steadying yourself, you turn to face him.
"Hi."
"Hi." He chuckles, peeling a strand of hair out of your face. "You wanna go and clean up and I'll make the pancakes?"
"Sure" You grin, planting a kiss to his chapped lips.
"You wanna hand me that then sweetheart?"
Confusion floods your face, until your eyes follow his, and realise your gripping onto the spatula you had in your hands when he came in. You hand it over, fingers releasing from their death grip.
"That good eh?" Eddie smirks, full of himself.
"Shut up Munson" You hit his arm, but there's no force in it, as you make your way to the bathroom. It was, after all, a hell of a way to wake up.
I only had a tag list for Rumour, so if anyone wants to be on my general Eddie taglist please comment/reblog to say so!
@munson-blurbs @eddiesprincess86
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