#unnamed sunburn girl

[cage-cat-yt]

Tlt cast (except Geist) if alternate outfits

This took me days to do and I almost forgot to share it lol.

Some outfits are from the internet, but it was more so just an excuse to have fun and draw!

Rust, wiw guy, Snooze, and Haru's outfits are my favorite outfits sbsbsb

Also reblogs are appreciated/nf !!

Anyway, thanks for reading! Remember to hydrate and I hope you have a good day :)

[thecleverdame]

Soulless!Sam x Brunette!Psychic!Reader x Unnamed OFC

Warnings: girl-on-girl smut, Sam-on-girl smut, unprotected sex, oral sex (female giving and receiving), casual drug use (coke and MJ).

Summary: Soulless Sam is horny and a little obsessive.

Beta: @ilikaicalie

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Dean’s all tucked into a nice little life with Lisa.

Sam goes to Texas.

He stops at the only house on Foley Road for more than twenty miles. The driveway is bone dry, kicking up a cloud of parched earth with his approach.

He's been there before. Twice before he died and five or six times since his soul left the premises.

There are two of them.

He spots the petite blonde right off the bat. She’s got small breasts and a body to match. Everything about her is little, tight and compact. He enjoys that by comparison, she makes him seem gargantuan. His cock looks twice as big with her slender fingers curled around it.

She's all over him as soon as the screen door slams shut. He can never remember her name so he calls her baby instead, she never knows the difference.

The brunette, Y/N, sits in the corner of the living room, draped over the raggedy armchair, as the oscillating fan sweeps back and forth across the room. He’ll never forget her name, she’s something special and one day Sam’s going to get her alone.

She’s all hips and curves and Sam fucking loves the way her flesh moves under his hands.

It's sweltering and she looks like some slutty advertisement for cigarettes from the 1950s as she fans herself with an old Reader's Digest and cocks her head toward him with sharp blue eyes. Her hair is the color of the crows in the yard and her legs are bare and tan all the way down to her cherry red toes. She's long and tall and lithe.

Y/N has always been the reason he comes back.

The three of them smoke a couple of joints, the blonde does a couple lines of coke and then they have sex while Simon and Garfunkel play on the stereo.

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In the morning the before the sun comes up, the heat is bearable.

Sam can still feel the grimy layer of sweat from the night before. He watches as the blonde climbs onto him, fair-haired and needy. She bounces up and down on his cock, rubbing her clit until she comes around him. She finishes quick but Sam doesn’t mind.

He had more than his fair share the night before. He fucked her hard from behind while she ate out the brunette. He pulled her hair back so he could see her lick and nibble, sucking desperately with a face full of pussy until Y/N couldn't come anymore.

He always fucks the blonde, but Y/N is the end game. He wonders if she's ever had a man inside her.

Sam played God for the rest of the night. They always let him tell them what he wants to see. Then watches them touch, lick and play, pink mouths sucking on tits until he can’t jerk himself off anymore.

This morning the blonde works herself fast and slides off him while he's still hard. His dick is bobbing, shiny from her slick. He hasn’t come yet but she doesn’t seem concerned.

She mumbles something about sucking him off. It sounds like a half-hearted offer and she's still swimming in the haze of weed, cocaine, and half-sleep. He waves her off, watching her ass as she wanders off toward the shower.

Y/N is still sleeping peacefully beside him, her dark hair spilling over the lumpy pillow. She's naked on top of the sheet, lying on her stomach. Her back is fading red, color left from a sunburn he hadn't noticed in the fading light last night. Her cheeks are pink and her lips are parted, face smashed in the pillow.

Her whole body is flushed warm from sleep, he can feel it rolling off her. She’s more satisfying to watch than he remembers. Sam wants her more than he’s ever wanted a woman in his life.

It’s an urgent, desperate feeling he doesn’t care for.

He fists his cock and rolls on his side, running a hand down her back, over her backside and then further until he finds her pussy. She’s warm and still a little wet from the night before as she wakes up on his fingers.

“Sam.” She mumbles.

Her eyes blink open as a faint smile crosses her face with a happy moan.

"I dreamt about you. About why you’re different now." she murmurs. Her eyes are so blue he almost wishes she'd close them again. She’s a kind of painful pretty that makes his gut ache. It doesn’t feel natural.

She lets him pleasure her for a while before pulling away and scooting down to tongue his balls, bathing him carefully before sucking his cock. Sam watches her take him into her mouth, all the way back into her throat on the first swallow. Her nose squishes up when she tastes the blonde  on him, but it doesn't phase her. Her eyes dart up to see him when her lips go wide around the base of his cock. He feels it tight in his belly and pulls her away with a fist in her hair.

She doesn’t protest when he pushes her onto her back, then moves between her thighs and spreads his legs wide to hold her open. Instead, she reaches for his shoulders, pulling him against her tits.

It's the first time they’ve ever fucked.

He bends her in half with his arms hooked under her knees and presses into her, deep as he can get. She's always been his little obsession and he knew she'd be like this; crazy tight and so fucking wet and warm and good, squeezing around his cock.

He kisses her as if they’re lovers, soft at first and then all tongue and need.

She takes him deep, moaning and groaning as he fucks her with everything he has. He comes inside her, pressing his forehead into her neck, whimpering as his balls go tight and release. Neither of them moves. Sam lies still on top of her, cock tucked in her pussy while she cradles his head and strokes the soft pads of her fingers down his back. He's already half soft when he pulls out and frees her legs.

Y/N stretches out beside him fingering her clit until she's close and then requests his assistance. Sam easily slides two fingers in her pussy. He doesn't have to do much, just in and out a couple times as she rubs her clit. This orgasm is quiet, just like everything else about her. Her mouth opens in a perfect ‘o’ as her cunt clenches around his knuckles.

“Sam”

She says his name when she comes, she's never done that before. Something inside Sam swells, his stomach rolling up to his chest. He watches her crescendo as her body arches and her long neck snaps back into the pillow.

After she comes back down she just giggles and smiles at him, unmistakably satisfied.  

She collects herself and rolls back onto her stomach. Then lights a cigarette, moving the ashtray between them on the bed. He hates the smell of smoke but loves to watch it wafting from between her lips.

"You remind me of someone." Sam confesses, hooking an arm over his face, taking deep breaths to clear his mind.

"The girlfriend or the brother?"

Sam's not sure he heard her correctly, he sits up a little, propping himself up on an elbow.

"How do you know them?"

"And please don't say your dad, you'll hurt my feelings. Dead people are one thing, but your dad? I might not recover from that one."

"How do you know about him?" He asks again taking her cigarette from her fingers and snuffs it out. He’s never talked to either of these women about family. In fact, they don’t really talk at all.

They fuck.

She taps her temple and looks at him disapprovingly as if he should already know.

"It runs in the family, my grandmother says it’s a gift. I told you, Sam, I dreamt about you." She takes his hand and places it over her heart. "When you sleep in my bed…you put the strangest dreams in my head."

Christ, he wants to fuck her again already. Wants to thrust into her tight little cunt so hard she’ll walk funny for days.

“I wanna take you with me.” He husks, leaning down to nip at her shoulder.

“You don’t need me.” Sighing, she wiggles her hips closer. “Besides, I don’t think we’d be good for each other. I like to give you what you want.”

“I don’t care.” His eyes narrow as a smile pulls at the corner of her mouth. “I could just take you. Throw you over my shoulder and carry you out of here. I don’t need permission.”

“You could.” She shrugs. “But you want me to want it. To want you.”

“So you don’t..want it?”

“I never said that.” She blinks, refusing to look away as they both hear the shower turn off. “I dream about the things you want to do to me - the dark stuff. Things that hurt before they feel good.”

“Does that scare you?”

“It makes me feel excited. I’ve never met anyone who wants me the way you want me. You wanted me before but now that you're like this, it’s a deeper want. The impulses are darker, stronger.”

“I’m going to come back and get you.”

“Okay.” She shrugs, licking her lips.

“Do you stay here because of her?” His eyes dart toward the door to the bathroom.

“No. I stay so you’ll know where to find me.” Her whisper sends a shiver down his spine. He knows there’s something wrong with him, but with her, it’s worse.

She discards the ashtray and rolls onto her back. Sam’s propped up on his side and she wiggles close until her shoulder is touching his chest.  

The blond wanders out of the bathroom, looks at both of them before discarding her towel and climbing back into bed.

Y/N watches him, doesn’t look away once, not even when the blonde dips between her thighs and sticks her tongue into the sticky mess of Sam's sloppy leftovers. She tastes his cum and looks up, gripping Y/N’s thigh.

“You let him fuck you?” Her tongue darts out to lick her lips, as if his spunk is sweet as honey. “I thought you didn’t like cock?”

“I like Sam’s cock.” Y/N shrugs, looking Sam dead in the eyes as her hands twist into the other women’s hair, bringing her head back down between her legs.

Her eyes roll back into her skull and he wishes he could fuck her and watch her get eaten out at the same time.

Everything about this place is filthy and indulgent.

Hours later he watches the two of them laid out over one another; breast to breast, bellies stacked as Y/N lays on top of the other girl, kissing her just right so that Sam can see her tongue slide in and out of pink lips.

Y/N pauses and pulls her mouth away long enough for both of them to look at him imploringly.

"Still with us Sam?" She asks, reaching out to him.

"Yeah," he taps Y/N on the butt and she slides off the blonde, so they’re lying side by side. Crawling on top he slides one leg between each set of warm thighs. “I gotta go soon, though. Gotta be in Oklahoma by tomorrow.”

“Can’t stay still for too long, huh?” Y/N’s lips part ever so slightly as Sam’s knee slides all the way between her thighs, pressing against her sex. Her thick eyelashes bat at him, looking up with bated breath.

He just snorts, running a hand up to cup the blonde’s breast but his eyes never leave his real desire.

“I always come back.”

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Chased by the Storm

@sniffingoutdeath

She had always loved the ocean. 

It was wild, unnameable and beautiful. Juliette would stand at the edge of the beach by her house, letting the water lap at her toes with each lazy wave. The sound was soothing, the scent crisp and clean as she lost herself in the endless horizon.

That day...it looked more like a nightmare. The water seemed dark and endless. Waves climbed up to the skies like walls, like a giant had thrown itself into the water and the aftershock had risen to destroy them all. At some point, she was sure that the waves met the skyline and blocked out the sun.

Chaos had separated her from Quinn, leaving Juliette to desperately hang on for her life. Twice she had nearly drowned before she was snatched up by a woman who had been waiting for rescue on her roof with her two children. Those two days waiting for help felt like years. 

The last time she had seen Quinn...well, she had no reason to believe he was alive. Water had overwhelmed them, quickly sweeping each in the other direction. There was no way for her to reach him. His phone would just go to voicemail in the brief, precious moments she was able to get to a phone. She could hardly get dry clothes, nonetheless a way to reach people outside of the area.

Her father was out of the country for business. Her mother did not answer the phone for unfamiliar phone numbers (and even if she did, Juliette’s voice had locked up.) She was alone, only able to communicate with the rare ASL users and the one interpreter who had come by for all of an hour the day before. The rest was pen and paper, and even then, it was rare. She was small, quiet, and generally kept to herself. It was easy to be forgotten. 

Juliette was curled in a ball, sitting outside one of the tents in a makeshift camp set up by Red Cross. She looked so tiny, dressed in a pair of Disney pajama pants and a hoodie that hung off of her frail frame all the way to her knees. Her skin was pale, sallow and scratched up, save for the spots of angry sunburn. Her eyes were rimmed in darkness and stained with tears, her tiny hands tense and covered in bruises.  Combined with that, and her hood being pulled up, recognizing her would prove difficult.

That was, unless you were Stella. Juliette was not ready to believe Stella was alive, nonetheless Quinn. She had lost so much in the past few days, and material items were nowhere near what she cared about.

A wet nose insistently nudged her. Juliette, no matter how miserable she was, could never resist a dog. So she lifted her head. This dog...looked so much like Stella. At the sight of her, Juliette burst into tears, then hugged the beautiful canine close, all the while whimpering, “Good girl,” into her ear. 

She may not be Stella, but she was close enough. She looked so much like her, but that would be impossible. Juliette cried for a few minutes, exhaustion and the nasty cough she had picked up catching up with her. 

Someone’s legs appeared next to her as she desperately hugged the dog, and she knew that she needed to let the creature go back to her owner. The hood slipped back as she let go, looking up with anticipation of offering an apologetic motion.

What she saw was enough to knock the breath right from her lips. Her eyes grew huge. That was impossible.

Shaking hands finger-spelled his name, her expression pushing the confusion, hesitation, and disbelief forward. There was no way he was standing there. Had she finally broken?

[megxnswrites]

From the "50 Writing Asks" post: 1) What is the most random fact you’ve ever learned while doing research for a story? 2) What writing projects are you currently working on? (-zmlorenz, undercover as main)

(I think this might be the first ask I’ve ever answered on this blog so yay thank you xx)

40. What is the most random fact you’ve learned while doing research for a story?

Some places in New Zealand experience over 2,300 hours of sunlight a year & their low air pollution can cause people to sunburn quicker and worse.

8. What writing projects are you currently working on?

Hooooooo boy okay so I went through a m a j o r writing slump for the last two or three years and over the past few months I’ve started regaining my traction.  So all of my wips are more like nuggets, characters, & vibes that I want to begin properly developing this year.  SO all that being said (the backstory no one asked for lol) these are all of the ideas I have floating around I want to work on:

Stray Kids [placeholder]

Follows a team in a magic guild on their misadventures.  The main girl’s magic changes all the time but currently she manipulates shadows; one teammate is a dragon shapeshifter with a proclivity for fire; another teammate has telekinesis but only works on nonliving things (she’s very good with knives); and the other characters I’m still deciding on powers for. Plot?  What plot?  I don’t know her. But I’ve had some of these characters around in my head for years and I finally want to sit down and write the story they deserve - whatever that ends up being.

Unnamed WIP(s)

1. After a princess’s throne is wrongfully stolen from her, she hires of team of notorious girls from across the kingdom to help her reclaim what is rightfully hers.

2. In this kingdom, each region has its own leader but every few years they hold a competition to see which one will become ruler over the whole kingdom. When the current ruler is murdered under mysterious circumstances, their son must fight in their stead in the new competition and seeks help in unlikely places.

Like I said earlier, all of these are nuggets of stories and will probably look nothing like these blurbs when I actually start writing them. I might even combine & move around some parts but who knows haha

Thanks again for the ask!

[secretlymysti]

Isla Fisher Biography, Age, Weight, Height, Kids, Movies, Scandal, Eyes, Net Worth, Instagram, Husband

Isla Fischer biography, age, weight, height, husband, scandal, net worth, movies, kids, family, Body Measurement, Isla Lang Fisher was born 3 February 1976. Isla is an Australian actress and author. Born to Scottish parents in Oman, she moved to Australia at age six. After appearing in television commercials and guest-starring in an episode of Paradise Beach, Fisher took on the regular role of Shannon Reed on the soap opera Home and Away (1994–97), garnering two Logie Awards nominations.  

Isla Fisher Biography, Age, Weight, Height, Kids, Movies, Scandal, Eyes, Net Worth, Instagram, Husband

    Isla Fisher Biography: 

  Birthday: February 3, 1976 Nationality: Australian, Omani Famous: Actresses Australian Women Also Known As: Isla Lang Fisher Sun Sign: Aquarius Age: 42 Years Born Country: Oman Born In: Muscat Famous As: Actress Height: 1.60 M Spouse/Ex-: Sacha Baron Cohen (M. 2010) Father: Brian Fisher Mother: Elspeth Reid Siblings: Conor Reid Children: Elula Lottie Miriam Cohen, Montgomery Moses Brian Baron Cohen, Olive Baron Cohen Religion: Judaism  

Isla Fisher Net Worth:

Net Worth: $20 million dollars.  

Isla Fisher Movies:

Year Title Role Notes 2018 Tag Anna Malloy 2018 The Beach Bum Minnie Post-production 2016 Grimsby Jodie Figgs 2016 Keeping Up with the Joneses Karen Gaffney 2016 Nocturnal Animals Laura Hastings 2015 Visions Eveleigh 2015 Klovn Forever Herself Cameo 2013 The Great Gatsby Myrtle Wilson 2013 Now You See Me  Henley Reeves 2013 Life of Crime Melanie Ralston 2012 Bachelorette Katie 2012 Rise of the Guardians Tooth Fairy Voice 2011 Rango Beans Voice 2010 Burke and Hare Ginny Hawkins 2009 Confessions of a Shopaholic Rebecca Bloomwood 2008 Definitely, Maybe April 2008 Horton Hears a Who! Dr. Mary Lou Larue Voice 2007 The Lookout Luvlee 2007 Hot Rod Denise 2006 Wedding Daze Katie 2005 Wedding Crashers Gloria Cleary 2005 London Rebecca 2004 I Heart Huckabees Heather 2003 The Wannabes Kirsty 2003 Dallas 362 Redhead 2002 Dog Days Bianca 2002 Scooby-Doo Mary Jane 2001 Swimming Pool Kim 2000 Out of Depth Australian Girl #1 1998 Furnished Room Jennie Short film 1997 Bum Magnet Emma Short film  

Isla Fisher TV Shows:

Year Title Role Notes 1993 Bay Cove Vanessa Walker Series 1993 Paradise Beach Robyn Devereaux Barsby 2 episodes 1994–1997 Home and Away Shannon Reed 345 episodes 1999 Oliver Twist Bet Miniseries 2000 Sunburn Woman 1 episode 2000 Hearts and Bones Australian Barmaid 1 episode 2001 Attila Cerca Miniseries 2002 BeastMaster Demon Manaka 1 episode 2004 Pilot Season Butterfly 1 episode 2010 Neighbors from Hell Unnamed 3 episodes; voice 2011 Bored to Death Rose 2 episodes 2013–2018 Arrested Development Rebel Alley 13 episodes (season 4-5) 2015 Sofia the First Button 2 episodes; voice  

Isla Fisher Pictures:

    It’s game night and this time - it’s all about #RedNoseDay! Join me on @NBCGameNight May 24 at 9/8c on @nbc A post shared by Isla Fisher (@islafisher) on May 2, 2018 at 9:12am PDT More Marie Claire 🇦🇺 @simonuptonpics @karayoshimotobua (makeup) @marktownsend1 (hair) @jana_pokorny (style) @slatepr (💋) A post shared by Isla Fisher (@islafisher) on May 30, 2018 at 11:34pm PDT I took three inches off my legs and added them to my boobs before Corden tonight @rasario @micahmarcus @cwoodhair @monikablundermakeup and thanks to @apmmonaco 💍💎 A post shared by Isla Fisher (@islafisher) on Jun 14, 2018 at 6:48pm PDT So proud to support Bruna Papandrea tonight #aussiesinfilm #g’dayUSAGala A post shared by Isla Fisher (@islafisher) on Jan 27, 2018 at 11:31pm PST Read the full article