#the missus posts

[missus-meticulous]

When i tell you this image currently lives rent-free in my head 😳....

[teencopandthesourwolf]

If he were to be true to himself, which he generally isn't when it comes to this shit, Derek knew he was fucked the very first time he met Stiles Stilinski—no, actually, that's not entirely accurate. It was before that. He was fucked the second he smelled the kid's unique scent hitching a ride on the damp breeze that cut through Beacon Hills preserve on that fateful day, just over two years ago, when Derek stood on his family's land and tapped a claw against the plastic casing of the inhaler he'd found. The inhaler he'd sniffed out from the undergrowth in the middle of the night. The inhaler sitting inside the pocket of his dead Dad's leather jacket that he'd recovered from the ruins of his childhood home. The inhaler he'd returned the day after he played pretend with himself that it had been him who had bitten Scott McCall.

Derek has been playing pretend ever since.

But how is he supposed to pretend now, with the rogue piece of Stiles's clothing screwed up in his fist and him finally home alone in his own apartment? Worse (or better) is the fact that it's the kid's favourite beloved hoodie, the one he wears all the goddamn time which Derek can tell hasn't seen the inside of a washing machine in a while because of the way it reeks of nothing but pure, unadulterated Stiles.

Stiles's red, red hoodie.

Derek's eyes flash blue to remind him of who he is, at the same time as his fangs drop and his short nails extend into yellowed claws. Absently, he thinks of Little Red and The Big Bad Wolf when his form shifts, his resolve shattering like mirror glass as he accepts his seven years of bad luck with grace the moment he shoves his face into the fabric, now releasing that throaty groan that turns to a low growl then into a sex-hungry, shuddering snarl.

He inhales.

Deep; deeply; deeper.

And Derek is lost to Stiles, forever.

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(from my current sterek WIP fic—let me know in the comments if you'd like to be tagged when it's up!)

[isatoru]

heart rate tweaking thinking about isagi saying "my girl" in a very bf habitual thoughtful way constantly all the time... whenever he's talking to anyone and something could pertain to you (even so very loosely) in any way he's like "oh yeah my girl likes that manga!" or "oh hell no, my girl's not a fan of that, man" or "oh i have to tell my girl about this, i know she'll go crazy" or "sorry man, i have plans with my girl that day. maybe some other time?" or "yeah my girl says that too! i get that." or "nah my girl would kill me man!" or "aww.. that made me think of the time my girl was..." etc etc just constantly mentioning you that everybody is SICK of him bc he does it so so much

[matrim-cauthons-hat]

saying Predictable like crimson one every time i make my missus cum

[takekawa]

soothing to read easy short things when im dying of the poison plague on my widdle piddling inbred noblemans son constitution but sometimes something hits soooo hard it’s like “ohhhhh fuckkgg…(miserable disorienting wave)…this rules…”

[geffenrecords]

grabs.you you WILL love me and @antiburzum 's little lesbian freaks YOUWILL......

[nannymcchicken]

Both movies have a secondary antagonist in the form of these bad bitch bimbo type women. For the first one it’s the beautiful Mrs. Selma Quickly and in the second one it’s the equally wonderful Miss Topsy and Miss Turvey

And none of these women are villains in the slightest.

Mrs Quickly is shown to us as a women who’s lost three husbands and is the only woman around Cedric thinks would actually marry him. When he invites her over she flirts with him obviously and due to movie shenanigans she thinks he’s coming onto her hard but only wants her for her body. And then she walks the hell out the door cuz she ain’t that kinda girl thank you very much. The kids can only convince her to come back when they mention the money they’ll get from their wealthy aunt and like, I’m not gonna tell a widow in 1860 to not chase that bag. The meanest thing she does is snap the babies rattle and that’s nothing honestly. She’s literally just bright and colourful and wants this shotgun wedding to go perfectly and that’s it

And the Missus are even less evil, they’re role is to give the real antagonist a motive and they don’t appear much but they’re an absolute delight, all dolled up as they threaten to literally disembowel a guy if he doesn’t pay his debts to the women they work for, honestly the fact they get swept away in a burp hurricane is bullshit I want the detectors cut where they gut him

[gaylex-gaylie]

lazy drawing of the best t4t long distance wives to ever live

[missus-meticulous]

If I think too much about it, I'll cry.

Many months ago, I was explaining to my friend that I don't feel creative enough and that I really need to exhibit more of my work. To make it and exhibit it.

And I am trying. I've exhibited a handful of performance pieces this year with more (tentatively) planned.

And then, my friend and I created some mail art to send to some Canadian museum who had an open call for mail art. We thought, why not, let's do it. She encouraged me. I encouraged her. We did the damn thing during Zine Night. She knows how I am, so she offered to mail my piece off with hers.

And then, a week later I get an email saying my mail art piece has been successfully mailed and that it will go up for auction in the coming days. My friend didn't get an email (which was odd because it was in the same envelope) but she was still excited. And hers will likely be exhibited as well.

And I dunno, later that day I realized what she'd done. She encouraged me to make art and helped me submit it so it could be exhibited.

And the thought, of the help she offered, flits through my mind every once in a while and I want to cry.

Because art, and love, and friendship, joy, human connection, heartbreak, life, and creation.

I dunno. But thank you Kate. I love you. 🧡

[somedaytakethetime]

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[asks-n-trolls]

Don't tell Charon i told u but even though he hates anyone in the fleet he does have an informat in there :)

[clinically-not-straight]

The "men can be lesbians" thing that seems to have lost steam as of recent is still super fucking funny to me. Like, we used to pull that shit in school because "hurr durr I like women therefore I'm a lesboschnitzel" and that was homophobic of us (sorta, cos we were only fucking about and we know how jokeswork up our end).

In fact, if the people currently saying that men can be lesbians, with no thought behind it, had heard us at the time (their age corresponding to the time, you get me?) they'd have called us homophobic; understandably so. Cos that's what we were being, cunts; cos that's how LGBT people as a group got presented.

Now, it's became this weird thing of "men can be lesbians if they want" when they have conditions that are different to whomever is saying it. Those would be one saying "he has to be trans" or "pronouns have to change" or "has to be xyz" but none of them will say it out loud. So my thought is, what if there was a man that called himself a lesbian in full sincerity, but everything about his character made it seem a joke?

This is Bazza from the pub, he's a lesbian.

[imightgetbetter]

Laying on the dorm couch cuddling my room mate (she's taller than me so I'm cuddled up to her side watching the gremlins movie) so I can send slutty stuff now if you want lol

no please i have to go to class in an hour and i cannot get crazy before that

[kar-krashew]

my gf went to bed and now i will make it everyone elses problem !!!!

[decaying-vampire]

I miss Gerard so much...

[moralesispunk]

john price who finds out he's been watching simon riley and his wife's "home made videos" for months now

price who has a favourite couple on an amateur p0rn site, the videos never have their faces in it and it's usually focused on the woman's body with the man just out of frame or in the shadows pumping in and out of her

price who has to stop himself for jumping for his phone whenever it pings with a new notification of them posting a video, already thinking of when he can next be alone with it

he opens the video in his room, lying propped up on his pillows, and is already hard before the video plays

it's the usual kind of video, the woman - you - sitting on the man's lap who is mostly hidden in the shadows, her legs dangling over his and his legs opening to spread her to the camera

price is touching himself, stroking himself in time with your fingers as you touch yourself. the man's voice is in your ear, too low for him to hear the deep instructions, your reply's no more than muffled uh-huhs, and thinking about what the man might be saying only gets him more turned on.

faster. slower. softer. harder. he imagines all the instructions as if he is saying them.

he's close, trying to hold out his release for you to finish, but then he stops.

the man's forearm soon wraps around your body, pulling you closer against him, covered in tattoos that price can recognise.

simon riley and his missus. he's been getting off to fucking simon riley and his missus.

"tha's it," simon's deep voice rumbles, "tha's my girl. be good n' come for me."

there's nothing price can do to stop himself from coming, spilling over his thighs and stomach, not stopping when your moans fill his empty bedroom.

he blinks away his haze to hear you giggling, simon's hand resting over yours, his low murmurs the backing sound, and he knows he's fucked it.

he knows he wants more, no matter how wrong that may be.