#trickline

[xannerz]

the vibes are off for all my friends so far today lmfao

[toxicanonymity]

Can you do manhandling Joel, like him throwing her around and also keeping her from trying to escape bc he's too horny to wait and either Tommy or someone is in like the next room or the garage or just outside the door and she's super worried that they're gonna be seen but he has his way with her anyway even though she's trying to fight him off😅🥵

Picnic Table

750 | horny!Joel x reader

SUMMARY: Free Use -> manhandling. Tommy and Maria are on their way over, but Joel is determined to get it in.

A/N: the Joel & Reader from Free Use but can read standalone).

WARNINGS: I8+ dubcon/noncon (read ask) manhandling, PIV sex in public, light degradation/humiliation. unedited

You’re having Tommy & his wife over for a Barbecue and wearing a long flowy sun dress.  You’ve finished getting ready for them to come over and take a moment to relax in a lounge chair in the backyard.  Joel creeps up behind you and kisses you on the head, slides one of his hands into your dress to cup a breast.  “Mmm,” he says, and squats down next to you.  

Joel says, “Know what we forgot to do? Put out the tablecloth and stuff.”  When you’re both finished at the picnic table, he sits down and says, “Alright, now we can relax”  and pats his lap.  

You sit on his lap side-saddle and the edge of your thigh can feel he’s hard.  He forcefully pulls your ass further into his lap, grinding you against his manhood like you’re a toy.  

“Joel, they’ll be here any minute.  . .” 

“Tommy’s always late,” he says.  “Only take a minute.”

This always feels like gray area in your free use agreement.  You don’t mind and even enjoy when he uses your body, but you’re not comfortable with sex in public and he really pushes your boundaries sometimes.  It turns you on, but if you ever got caught, you’d never be able to go in public again.  You’d be too embarrassed.  Joel, on the other hand, doesn’t care.  He’d probably be proud.  Still, his desperate horniness has you tingling between the legs. 

Only take a minute, he says . . .hmm . . . “Promise?”

“C’mere.”  He manhandles you into straddling him.  You’ll probably have bruises.  It’s no use, you stop resisting.  Hopefully it really does only take a minute.  He unbuckles his belt, takes out his hard cock. 

“Fix your dress for me like a good girl,” he says.  You make it so you aren’t sitting on your dress, it falls in front of his knees and on top of his lap and covers both of you where it counts.  He fingers your dripping pussy and rubs his hard cock along it.  

Then you hear a car park in front of the house.  

“That’s them.”  You try to get up, but he forces you down.  His hands are huge and he’s so much stronger than you are.  He lets you stand up only enough to get enough clearance for him to find your entrance with his cock, which he does.  Then he forces you down on it almost all the way.  You gasp as he impales you and you hear Tommy’s car door open.   

“Joel, I’m sorry,” you try really hard to stand up.  You’re squirming against his strength.  He wraps his arms tight around you and pulls you down full-force on his cock and sighs in relief as he does it.  It feels amazing, you feel so full, you love how tight his arms are around you, but you’re uncomfortable and afraid.    

“Not done,” he growls.  He rocks you on top of him and God, it feels good, but no, no, this is bad, Tommy is walking up the driveway and will surely come around the house.  

“Joel please,” you squirm again.  “Whatever you want later, I promise.” 

“No shit,” he says.  “And whatever I want right now.” 

“He’s right there! Let me up!”

“Not ‘til I’m tricklin’ down your thigh, baby. Stop fightin’ and it’ll be over soon.”  

Tommy comes around the side yard, sure enough, and Joel stops rocking you the way he was, but can’t let you out of his lap.  Tommy comes right up to the picnic table.  You rest your head in the crook of Joel’s neck and say “We were just resting.”  

Tommy doen’t seem to buy it, he smirks but lets it go.  

“Yeah,” Joel says.  “After settin’ the table.  Mind grabbin’ the beers from the garage?  There’s a cooler of ice in the kitchen for ‘em.”  

“Sure bro,” Tommy says knowingly.  As soon as he turns around, Joel starts manhandling you on his cock, thrusting up into you as he moves you with one arm tight around you and a big hand on your hip.  You twitch and tighten around him, but don't quite come. Then, finally he erupts inside you with a barely audible grunt and breathes a sigh of relief through his nose. 

“Alright, baby.  Now you can go.”  

You hover over his lap for him to put his dick away, then stand up fully and feel the warmth trickle down your thigh.  A few drops of cum have dribbled onto Joel’s shorts from where you hovered, but he doesn’t care at all.  He’ll wear it proudly.  

-

[krikeymate]

Need that Tara feeding from Sam scene 👀 Fangs 2B methinks?

"No."

"Tara... please."

Sam's desperate pleading is ignored as Tara shakes her head, leaning forward against the counter with shaky arms, turned away from her. It's easier to rebuff Sam when she doesn't have to look at her.

"We're out of options," Sam exclaims, stepping closer. "We have to try!"

A growl reverberates through Tara's chest and she slams her palms down against the countertop. "There is no we, Sam!" she yells over the crack of the granite beneath her hands. She leans forward and takes a desperate gasp she shouldn't even need.

Tara swipes a hand through the dust and runs it through her hair. "This is my problem. I'm the one who-"

"Our problem," Sam interjects. "We're a team, remember? Together forever, no matter what."

"Fucking hell Sam, we were kids when we said that." Tears well in Tara's eyes at the reminder of the promise Sam had made to her a decade ago. She'd promised they'd always be pack, even if Tara never turned. Then a year later she'd fulfilled that promise, chasing their father off as he tried to force Tara to turn (or have her die trying). How does Tara repay her? By getting herself killed and turned into a broken vampire, and then eating their mother.

A touch on her shoulder startles her out of her thoughts.

"You're still my pack, Tara. Wolf or no wolf. Human or vampire."

Tara bares her teeth at her sister, pupils mere pinpricks in her now-garnet eyes. Sam's eyes flash, a bright gold that glitters in the moonlight, and her hand moves up to cup the back of Tara's head, the other grabbing her shoulder and turning her around.

"You're starving to death - true death - and I can't lose you, Tara. It would kill me. If there's any chance this will work, I need you to take it."

The sincerity in Sam's voice is a stake through her unbeating heart.

"I don't want to hurt you," Tara whispers, unable to look her sister in the eyes.

Sam's hand slides to her chin, lifting it with a laugh. "I'm a full-blooded wolf with years of experience, and you're a starved baby vampire, do you really think you can hurt me?"

"What about mom?"

Sam sighs. "I don't know what happened Tara, maybe you took her by surprise, maybe she just wasn't as strong as she pretended she was..."

Tara studies her for a moment before she speaks again, voice small and uncertain. "...What if it doesn't work?"

Sam does what she always does when her sister is scared, she pulls her into her arms. "Then we'll figure it out... Now please, try."

Tara rests her forehead against Sam's shoulder and takes a deep breathe, an obsolete instinct that manages to persist, even weeks after her heart last beat. She can feel the pulse of blood thrumming beneath Sam's skin.

It calls to her. She's so hungry.

"Promise me you'll stop me if I go too far," she moans, fighting against the urge to sink her teeth into her neck, to rip and tear until the blood is free.

Sam raises a hand to the back of Tara's head and threads her fingers through her hair, claws tickling the skin. "I promise."

Tara gives in and bites.

It tastes so good.

It's not the bitter tartness of the animals Sam bought her, or the humans that were offered to her, nor Amber's own blood.

This is decadent.

Tara keeps waiting for the sharp nausea to appear, for the blood to rebel in her stomach, for her body to reject it like all the rest.

It doesn't happen.

She gets to feed for the first time since she first turned and... her mother. It makes her feel strong. No more blurry vision and shaking limbs, the constant ache in her body dissipates, her stomach feels full.

She needs more.

Her nails dig into Sam's back, squeezing her tighter, teeth sinking deeper.

"Tara," Sam warns. The girl doesn't respond, unable to hear her, lost in the blood.

Sam digs her claws in, tugging at her sister's hair. She pulls, detaching Tara from her neck. Her sister's eyes are blown, more black than red, and distant, unable to focus on anything other than the blood trickling over her skin.

Tara struggles in her grip, but Sam's strength prevails, as she expected it would. She doesn't know how Tara managed to overpower their mother, but she always knew, without hesitation, that Tara wouldn't be able to hurt her. Not like this anyway.

The girl whines in her grip, her gaze fixed on her neck. Sam turns her around, pulling Tara's back to her front and holding her to her chest. She pulls them both down to the floor to sit and wait.

The blood-high will fade, she knows, and her sister will come back to her. She just has to be patient.

Sam leans her head against the back of Tara's and resists the urge to cry in relief.

[visage-of-hell]

(Starter for @statiicstag: Seven years. It had been seven ... fucking ... years since she last saw that shit-eating grin of his. Back when life was still relatively simple--just a wannabe hotshot looking to make a name for herself in the bounty hunting business, like her father before her. She never would have guessed how the one bounty she failed to collect would redirect her life like this. She should be glad to see Alastor back, after so long away. And, well ... she was--but that happiness was soured by the fact that he'd just ... left. Not a word to the person who was supposed to be his friend, someone he claimed to trust. And then to just brush off his return like nothing? Did he even try looking for her upon his return...? Visage heaved a heavy sigh as she stepped out of the elevator, adjusting her tie in frustration. In a fucked up sort of way, it was funny--she was an Overlord now. The reality of it still hadn't really sunk in. All that life had thrown at her, and the hellhound had now gone from hunting demons of this status to actually being one. How times changed. Distracted as she was entangled in her own thoughts, she was oblivious to whoever might still be around as she withdrew her hellphone from her vest pocket and dialed. After a ring or two, a gruff voice came from the other end of the line. "Yeah, Boss?" "Update me, Gnash. Everything still solid at the club? I'm not in for any surprises when I get home, am I...?" The unspoken threat in her tone was impossible to miss. "N-Nope! Everything's business as usual over here, Ma'am, nothin' to worry about. The cherub's managing the bar and patrons are already tricklin' in for the night." "Good. Make sure it stays that way while I'm out. Be back soon." Without even awaiting a response, the hellhound hung up the call and stuffed her phone back into her vest with an annoyed huff. Grateful as she was for Carmine's aid in getting her club funded and established, her hands were now exceedingly full--ensuring her employees were properly taken care of ... keeping her soul contracts on a tight leash ... and remaining on the lookout for incoming threats were all new concepts. For all the arms dealer's assistance, in the end Visage was still just a new fledgling Overlord thrown into the deep end of the pool alongside all the bigger fish. Sink or swim.

[sebastiansluts]

omg hi hi, dark!gyno!bucky who gets mad when you accidentally piss on him during a exam so now he has to punish you 😈

Bucky Barnes x Reader; piss kink, humiliation, dark!Bucky, dub!con, rough sex

ANY HATE WILL BE DELETED THIS IS A JUDGEMENT FREE ZONE DON'T LIKE, DON'T INTERACT; MINORS DO NOT INTERACT 18+

You were so nervous to get checked out, but you had to be sure everything was normal. Hopefully the on call doctor was a woman. All they said was Doctor Barnes.

The door opened, and you squeaked, expecting a knock. A tall, broad, beast of a man stood before you, white coat and scrubs stretched to their limits.

"I'm Bucky, don't really care what your name is, seems you need your cunt looked at? Alright, get undressed and get on the table."

He sat down in the chair, punching in something, while you stood there in shock.

"I said, get undressed, and get on the table," he growled, and you hurried to move, shrugging your shirt off and pulling your pants and underwear off, throwing everything in a pile on the chair. You hadn't worn a bra that day and your nipples pebbled in the cold air.

Bucky smirked. "I didn't mean completely undressed, but fine, hurry up," he said, spreading his thighs apart, bulge in his pants huge.

You whimpered in embarrassment, and climbed onto the table, laying back and clamping your legs shut.

Bucky rolled the chair over to you and forced your legs apart and in the stirrups. "Need to be able to see your cunt," he said, yanking you until your ass was hanging off the edge of table.

He picked up the speculum, inserting it into your pussy and spreading you wide, wider than they usually did, you were sure. You felt like you were gaping, you could feel the air whistling through you. It made you shiver, and a big stream of piss shot out of you, dripping down onto Bucky pants and shoes.

"Look what you did!" he roared, shoving back, leaving the speculum in your gaping pussy. "You fucking peed on me!"

You felt tears in your eyes as he spoke, covering your face, but he grabbed your wrists and held them to your sides.

"No, I want you to look, look at what you did." He grabbed your hair and forced you to look between your legs, down at the pee on the floor and on his pants

"You're going to clean that up later, but first, I have to punish you. And look, what fun toys I have!" he gestured to the instrument tray next to him.

"Let's start by stretching you out some more, I know that whore cunt can take it." Bucky twisted the dilator, stretching your pussy farther, making you gasp. He stretched you until he could see deep inside your pussy. Then he spit inside it, watching it trickle down and into you.

You whimpered, trying to clench but being held open so wide you couldn't. Bucky turned to his tray, picking up a simple cotton swab. He swirled it around and around your clit until you were shaking, legs trembling with your approaching orgasm. It was building, and then, he took it away, pulling the swab back. You cried, tears of frustration in your eyes.

He did again, getting you right on the edge of orgasm and stopping, removing all contact.

The tears fell freely now, as he did it one last time, making you feel like your clit was on fire, you were so desperate for release, but he denied you again. You shoved your fist in your mouth, biting back a wail.

Bucky untwisted the speculum, pulling it out of you, before undoing his slacks and shoving into you unceremoniously.

You arched off the table, only staying on because his hands gripped your hips, holding you there. You slumped back down as he pulled out, moaning as he slammed back in again and again.

"Next time I'll bring in my fun toys, see how far we can really stretch you out, maybe even your other hole too." Bucky chuckled darkly as you groaned, tightening around him. "Seems like your cunt likes that, wanna be stretched little cunt? Be a gaping mess of cunt when I'm through with you," he grunted, hips stilling as he came. He pulled out, cum immediately trickling out of your abused hole.

You whined, still unsatisfied, and he slapped your pussy harshly. You cried, fresh tears springing to your eyes as you begged, "Please, Bucky, let me come."

"No. Only good girls who don't piss on their doctors get to come. Now get down and clean up your mess."

Part 2

[kuwdora]

My brain continues to be waterlogged from burnout/PTSD and late stage capitalism. I either have two speeds: zooming everywhere like I'm golden Sonic and vibrating with New Ideas. Or I'm stuck in molasses and I'm having a hard time following through with my current tasks and responsibilities. It's still an uphill battle navigating the dysregulation and dysfunction since all of this is manifesting slightly differently than what I'm used to dealing with. I was telling a friend the other day that I have a TON of fucking spoons, they're all just melted into the most useless shapes and abstract renderings that kind of hypnotize me. Like...what am I supposed to do with these things? Gonna try to melt them back into a proper shape with habit stacking, accountability and continuing to be gentle to myself in the face of uncertainty and things outside my control. I am doing a lot, even when it doesn't feel that way. Anyway, thank you friends for tagging me in all the fun tag games and sharing pretty pictures or sending me delightful DMs. I have approximately 29 blog posts about all the randomness and fannishness bouncing around in my head that I'll b shoving into my queue. Oh, my queue which is actually almost maxed out because I had gone on a queue-stuffing frenzy in December since I couldn't stand having my drafts folder so large anymore and I've only just been adding since then. And now it's like 900 posts long? So maybe you'll see a random reblog of your post in six to eight months into your future. Sorry? I ought to make some sort of mini "about me" post or something since I'd gotten a lot of new witcher folks followin' me in the last few months. And now all my vidding and multi-fandom friends are tricklin' in over from Twitter. I just have to let you all know that I am so fannishly all over the board with my interests that I will just keep trying to over-tag things for people's filters. I am 1 half witcher fixation, one quarter vidding, one quarter all my other media interests. yeah, yeah, this has been an actual post. what a marvel. I keep telling myself I used to blog more but that was probably like a decade ago now. But the desire is still there. I was more chatty on Twitter in the last few years (until recently). I have more than enough to say about this or that when rolling around in DMs. Just gotta try to let myself noodle in my own tumblr space some more.

[tobyfoxbutreal]

EVERYONE FAVORITE NUMBER AND COLOR!

Toriel: Well, my child, I’d have to say… well, 80 is nice… and so is purple!

sans undertale: ehh, 1’s nice and short. y’know, like me. and, uhhh… vermillion. ‘s what my bro wears.

THE GREAT PAPYRUS: NYEH HEH! YOU WISH TO KNOW MY FAVORITES? WELL, MY FAVORITES ARE 20 AND VERMILLION! IT’S THE COLOR OF MY SCARF AND BOOTS!

yup. color 20.

NO, THEY’RE VERMILLION!!!!

Undyne: You wanna know MINE?? Well, I like 50. Y’know, right midway. And I, uh.. like yellow. If ya know what I mean. ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Alphys: U-Undyne!! Ehehehe.

A-anywho, I like 50, and am torn between blue and red =^-^=

[my best approximation of] Mettaton: My favorites, darling? Well, if you insist.

255’s an oldie but a goodie, at least according to most computers. And, well…

If you don’t know I like pink, have you even seen my brand, darling?

Asgore: My favorite number and color, eh? Hmm…

Well, 80’s nice, and… vermillion’s calming, like a warm fire in Snowdin.

G: 666 AND BLACK. NOW GO.

12th Month: Heh! ‘Course Goopster’s mad.

HEY.

Anywho, I like 3 and green.

Specifically the green of light tricklin’ through green leaves.

Flowey: YOU of all people? Heh. Well, after being a flower for so long, you begin to not like anything.

But, if ya wanted Azzy’s…

Flowey, mimicking Asriel: Do’h boy! I sure do just love yellow and infinity!

Flowey: Happy?

Frisk: I am naught but a vessel for the player’s actions. I doth not have any opinions other than the ones of those who control me’s.

The First Fallen Human: …

…Brown and 6. Now leave me alone.

That One Talking Rock From The Ruins (AKA Speedrunner’s Bane): Well, I’m partial to purple. ‘S the color of where I spent a lotta my life. Ya don’t just forget that.

And, well… I suppose 20’s nice.

Snowman From Snowdin Forest: White’s really nice. Y’know, color of snow. And, uhh…

3’s nice too.

Jerry: Leave me the hell alone, freak. *crowd boos*

Shopkeeper Bunny (QC): Well, darlin’, if ya ask me, orange’s the best ‘round here. So’s 22, ‘cause it’s the amount my homemade Cinna Bunnies heal!

Politics Bear: Well, I quite like blue. Reminds me both of Snowdin’s ice and Waterfall’s walls.

And hey. 16’s pretty good. I’d say “thaaaaat’s politics”, but it wouldn’t make sense to.

Gerson: Wahaha! You goin’ around askin’ everyone, huh?

Well, a dark blue or indigo’s always nice. 18’s pretty good, too.

T3mMie: hOI hOOmaN! Yoo wANt tO kN0 teM’s FavRIt cOluR N nUBmEr?

TEm Lik BLU adn YELLO, yAyA! BLU andn YELLO coLuR oF TEm Sh0p! T3m aLSo liKE Th0rtY 3!

You better not tell anyone though, capiche?

bOI!

Mushroom:

Mushroom dance, Mushroom dance,

Whatever could it mean?

It means light blue and 66.

Hotdog Harpy *rock guitar plays*: Red and 30!

Red’s the color of hotdogs, and 30’s the headstack limit!

H… Hots Fireguy?: THE NAME’S HEATS FLAMESMAN!

Heats Flamesman: Anywho, yellow and 40. Remember that, ok?

Catty: OMG! I absolutely ADORE purple and 300.

Bratty: OMG, like, I like the same number! I prefer green though.

Kris: …

Susie: Well, if you insist I guess?

Blonde and 14.

Ralsei: I like green, and… well, I don’t have a favorite number, so I suppose it’s whatever you like, haha!

Noelle: W-well, uhm, I like 3, and uh…

…Purple…?

Berdly: Well, I like 10 and blue!

Jockington: Well, since you asked, bro.

My faves are 99 and turquoise!

*rock guitar plays Jockington out*

Catti: …

…6.6 repeating.

And black.

Eg: …

Egg(s): …

King: Leave me to myself. I have no reason to speak with you lightners. *crowd boos*

Queen: I Like 11111111 (In Binary Lol) And The Color Blue

Or Whatever The Cyber City’s Color Is Lmao

Lancer: Well, my delicious little worm, I enjoy both 100 AND navy blue!

How’re you gonna counter that, my sweet apple?

JEVIL, JEVIL!!: UEE HEE HEE! CHAOS, CHAOS! THOSE ARE MY FAVORITES!

[Spangtong]: I [Enjoyable] THE NUMBER [π] AND COLOR [Gray]

Heats Flamesman: Well? Did you remember?

❤️Yes No

HOW COULD I BE SO EASILY DEFEATED??????????

[mtnkat3]

Let's see how to write this...

[Stop being distracted by bones! Drowsy. Turkey.]

9.56pm. Diary.

When I think about bridges & you ..

I think about several different types on my journey to you .

That I am standing on one end of a damaged & dangerous broken down covered bridge. The road surface is warped, bent & twisted. The nails rusty & sticking up all over the place. It's a maze.. worthy of any treasure hunt but not to a temple of doom!

You .. are both light.. & standing in the light. Like my guardian Angels ..

Awe inspiring.

My feet moving slowly but steadily towards where you are patiently waiting on me.. your souls pulling me.. like a .. stars magnetic force & a bears honey pot rolled into one..

Then there's the wide open trestle bridge.. that one that makes me so nervous because there's no safety rails & the drop.. it's as impressive as the new river gorge.. & the grandfather mountain mile high swinging bridge..

those.. I need to feel you .. surrounding me.. pressed into me.. those.. as much as am fascinated & wanna experience them.. I know I can't alone. I just.. fills my tummy with butterflies.. & not the wonderful ones that you give me.. chewing my lips.

Ok. The next kind.. the sturdy kind.

The bridges made of concrete, metals, wood. Aesthetically pleasing but also very useful. Some are over small wee lil tricklin brooks, not meant for a rushing torrent of water. Not a flood. Others .. are built .. well.. to withstand floods.. they are attached.. rooted deeply..

like a strong, sturdy redwood forest.. or a mighty oak.. undisturbed for hundreds of years. Have withstood every storm, every flood. The rings are magnificent. The breadth.. so inspiring.. it's like.. the most tactile, earthly version of looking at the stars. And being able to touch makes me gasp..

then.. I feel like .. I'm stronger.. able to walk to you .. I feel .. surrounded.. by you .. by love.. it pulses power thru my veins.. keeps me remembering why I I won't let ever let go. It's feeding my soul.. even as I feel it's on a never ending loop. So many breathtaking images going thru my soul as I think on this.

But words are struggling.. maybe because I wanna leave them private, in my diary.. but I need to talk to you .. & that right now means exposing myself. Being vulnerable. Maybe.. the fear.. its founded in rejections & the pain. Maybe.. it's that I am capable of being so with you .. but showing the world my sensitive soul.. my marshmallow heart & soul.. it fills me with trepidation. But. I do it. For you ..

I just.. words fall me when I think about you .. but I keep trying.. my soul's the part that finds the words.. I hope I've explained a wee bit of how I feel about you .. about trees.. bridges.. the stars & all the universe you show me.. when you .. guide me.. I feel love.. I feel you .. & no matter how crazy that sounds to others.. I am flying around the moon at the feel of you lovin me..

Now I'm sleepy.. I've fought off the turkey to write this to you .. but I need to go to bed.. hopefully I can be.. naughty.. oh I so wanna be.. but with you .. hhmmm... squirming sleepily..

I love you .

& miss you so.. its shredding my spine like a cat-o'-nine tails.

Pleasee... touch me.. crave the scent of me.. the way I move.. crave.. my vibe.. who I am. The woman God Created beside you .. because I always want your neck kisses.. they melt me.. into a puddle of kat goo at your feet..

Please.. let's make soul love in our dreams..

I work. I await. On my cliffside. For you .. I'll wait for eternity. Because I believe. But I think it's happening soon.. & I am oh so ever hungry... you .

~True love never dies & true love always waits.~

Your fighting sleep kat.

Your complex quirky warrior queen daughter.

~Tijgeress kat Phoenix. ✝️🌺🐾🐯

🥰😍😘😌🤓⚓🙏🙇‍♀️⛓

⌚💡⚡🌠🗝🔱⚜💝🐻🦌🧩♠️♾🎯🌎🧭🕯

Tu.11.29.2022 12.11am est.

Gifs & transfer. 12.52am.

[my-chaos-radio]

Release: August 28, 2011

Lyrics:

I feel like everybody's standing around me watching me now

I feel like whatever I do tonight would be the talk of the town

They wanna know how I'm gonna move my body

When the beat goes

'Cause something comes over me

When the beat goes

Well, I'mma rip my clothes off

Take a leap and surf through the crowd

Yeah, yeah

Drippin' down my neck

Soakin' wet

Sink or swim or you drown

Yeah, yeah

Let's get a little wet

I like the way you're workin' me out

Let's get a little wet

I like the way you're workin' me out

Body's getting super hot

Feels like a hundred degrees

I'm waitin' for a man with the fan

Who can give me a breeze

If you touch me there

Please beware you can start up a fire

I don't mind if you take me home

Cool me off in the shower

Well, I'mma rip my clothes off

Take a leap and surf through the crowd

Yeah, yeah

Drippin' down my neck

Soakin' wet

Sink or swim or you drown

Yeah, yeah

Let's get a little wet

I like the way you're workin' me out

Let's get a little wet

I like the way you're workin' me out

I love it when the heat from the beat melts me to the ground

I love it when it gets so wet starts tricklin' down

This beat is filthy dirty

I feel it all over me

Yeah e-yeah

Ha-ha-ha

Ha-ha-ha

Ha-ha-ha

Ha-ha-ha

Songwriter:

Well, I'mma rip my clothes off

Take a leap and surf through the crowd

Yeah, yeah

Drippin' down my neck

Soakin' wet

Sink or swim or you drown

Yeah, yeah

Let's get a little wet

I like the way you're workin' me out

Let's get a little wet

I like the way you're workin' me out

Esther Dean / Mikkel Storleer Eriksen / Sandy Julien Wilhelm / Tor Erik Hermansen / Traci Colleen Hale

SongFacts:

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Homepage:

Nicole Scherzinger

[badlek]

♰    accepting meme  ⁏   @osheir:    ›    ‘  i  know  what  you're  thinking.  don't  do  it.  not  a  good  idea.   ”

BAD  IDEAS  &  BAD  KITTENS  LOVE  TO  CO-EXIST  TOGETHER  ;  YIN  -  YANG  OR  SOMETHING  CLOSE  TO  HOW  PROPHETIC,  HER  &  TROUBLE,  WERE.  10PM ON A SATURDAY & SHE  WAS  ALREADY  GRINNIN'  AWAY  WHILST  EYEING  SOME  UNLUCKY JOE-SOME'S  INVESTORS'  WIFE. YAPPING  AWAY  ABOUT  HER  JEWELRY  COLLECTION  WITH  A  RACK  OF  DIAMONDS  AROUND  HER  NECK,  SOME  TRICKLIN'  DOWN  FROM  HER  FAR-TOO-COMPLICATED  OF  A  RAT'S  NEST  UP-DO.  HOW  DUMB  THE  ELITES'  WERE  WHEN  THEY  THOUGHT  THEY  WERE  AMONGST  FRIENDS.   TOO-TRUSTING;    CARELESS;    STUPID.   AS  IF  MONEY  WAS  CALLIN'  HER  NAME,  NOIR  WAS  LEANIN'  IN...   LOOKIN'  FOR  A  LOCATION,    A  SCHEDULE,    A  POOR  SICKLY  GRANDMA  THAT  WAS  GUARDIN'  HER  PRIZE,    THE  MOST  PERFECT  INVITATION,    BUT  LIKE  EVERY  OTHER  ANTI-HERO..   HAROLD'S  WORDS  SNAPPED  HER  BACK  INTO  REALITY.   OF  COURSE,  SPIDEY  WOULD  GIVE  HER  A  GOD-BLESS'T  CHAPERONE  AT  AN  EVENT  LIKE  THIS.  FUCK.  FROWN  WAS  REPLACING  GRIN  BEFORE  SHE  EVEN  BOTHERED  TO  TURN  TO  RUSSET  MONEY-MAKER.    "      you  sure  know  how  to  ruin  some  fun,  osborn.   did  he  send  you?    or  are  ya'  a  party-crasher  all  by  your  lonesome?    "

[marrowofstructure]

Utter words he should know

Scriptures that carve no lines in the snow

I've paid for his words, to hear him

Here he sits in silence

I will queeze what I can, from this fragile old man

A visionary, a sage,

Reader of books, empty on each page

Gone are the lines of which to read between

No shape nor name to bear on us certainty

Far too close but just away enough

To breathe a little deeper

To hope a little louder

Pissed on the bricks that shaped our shelter

I see the clay in them

And I have seen the clay in them

Breathing like an auger,

I spoke to the dreams

Brought back with them, an array of little oddlers

Seemingly, a voice and grain of sand to each

Seemingly, I ignored the breach

Spiteful insights tricklin' in

Set my blood alight

Seamlessly, neighbors made to parasites

Seamlessly, cold was made from warm nights

Grain by grain, the tide is pushed away

I will crawl deep down, outside the light of day

Pull myself away

The shore is lost as deserts are made

Each grain for I have paid

[toxicanonymity]

Low key wishing there were Joelkémon cards to collect ngl

Omg me too. / Blog FAQs

ABOUT: these are just joels i write. an anon called them joelkemons because i would strategically select a joel from my collection to tackle certain requests, and it caught on.

ACTUAL CARDS HERE by @gasolinerainbowpuddles

Trouble Joel Signature Appearance: Tight jeans & tee Calls you: Trouble, sugar, baby Attack: That horny look Charge attack: Banter Tagline: You really are trouble Birthday: March 11 Evolves From: Just the Tip (joel master list)

Night Walks Joel Signature appearance: PJ pants Calls you: Pumpkin, baby Attack: Dirty talk Charge attack: Shotgunning Catchphrase: Hell yeah Tagline: Lift heavy, talk dirty, smoke weed Birthday: March 21

Raider Joel Signature appearance: Tactical jeggings Calls you: Sweet pea, baby Attack: Too-tight hug Charge attack: Dark fluff Tagline: It's for your own good, sweet pea Birthday: March 24

Free Use Joel (Demoted out of the prime time brothel) Signature Appearance: Blue collar Calls you: Baby, if he even addresses you Attack: Use Charge attack: Manhandling Tagline: Not til I'm tricklin' down your thigh baby Birthday: April 1 Comes With: Tommy Optional

Speakeasy Joel (Demoted out of the prime time brothel) Signature appearance: Visible erection Calls you: Baby Attack: PDA Charge attack: Showing you off Tagline: C'mere Birthday: April 3 Evolves From: For Survival (joel master list)

Stepdad Joel Signature Appearance: Joggers, glasses Calls you: Sweetheart, baby  Attack: Inner thigh rest Charge attack: Crying and jacking off Tagline: You're tryin' to kill me Birthday: April 7

Lincoln Joel Sig. appearance: shirt tucked-in, combed hair Calls you: Peaches, darlin', baby Attack: Comforting embrace Charge attack: Sex Ed Tagline: It's s'posed to feel good Birthday: April 19

Thighs Out Joel Signature Appearance: Mid-thigh shorts Calls you: Baby Attack: Full-body press, woo Charge attack: Say stop Tagline: Sky's out, thighs out Birthday: April 29

Slasher Joel Signature Appearance: Blue jumpsuit.  Calls you: Sweetheart, baby.   Attack: get curious Charge attack: near-death experience Birthday: May 11 Catchphrase: Real dangerous out here

Vampire Joel Appearance: Long cardigan with standing collar Calls you: Sweetheart, his special one Attack: Apologetic blood sucking Charge attack: Trying his best Birthday: June 11 Catchphrase: You taste so special

Jojo Signature appearance: heavily tattooed Calls you: Baby, jailbird or buttercup Attack: Dirty talk Charge attacks: Dick print, doing lines Catchphrase: Be good Birthday: August 14 Comes with: Mabel

[lunatic-harness]

im still not used to how different the stakes are in irl skateboarding vs video game skateboarding like i’ll be watching a video where a guy does a seemingly mundane line like nollie boardslide and when the crowd cheers im always all “oh crap wait thats supposed to be impressive irl” cause in video games its always. 30 minutes pro skater combo or skate 3 physically impossible tricklines

[dharmography]

Balance on rope Rodeo slacklining is the art and practice of cultivating balance on a piece of rope or webbing draped slack between two anchor points, typically about 15 to 30 feet (455 to 915 cm) apart and 2 to 3 feet (60 to 90 cm) off the ground in the center. #dharmOgraphy #slackline #slacklife #slacklining #highline #balance #trickline #slack #slackliner #slacklinebrasil #equilibrio #slackliners #slackvida #gibbonslacklines #slacklove #sport #climbing #yoga #slackgirl #slackgirls #longline #slacklines #training #slacklinebr #slacklinetricks #o #waterline #jibline #yogaline #nature (at Lodhi Garden-Lodhi Road) https://www.instagram.com/p/CWFo8HbPyVC/?utm_medium=tumblr