#whEW

[toodrunktofindaurl]

guess what i rewatched

[spicypiscesssss]

I just love me some Smoke. Love a grown ass, silent ass, confident ass man. Something about a man that doesn’t gotta say SHIT for everyone to know he’s in the room. A man who means what tf he says. He said FAWK all that talk, I’m bout that action 😫 Also a man that LOVES black women 🫦 It’s always gon be Smoke fah me!

[ppeuppeuppeu]

this was honestly so frickin HOT

[pileofslop]

behold

the service animals

[unadulteratedloathings]

THE GOOD PLACE (2016-2020)

[gl1tzh]

HAPPY NEIL BANGING OUT THE TUNES DAY TO EVERYONE!!

he really is banging those tunes woah look at him

[turnipoddity]

and if a double decker bus crashes into us

[luke-skyjokers]

Kudos to The Acolyte's wardrobe department making Qimir look so skinny and unassuming in all of the long-sleeved baggy clothing before the reveal because Manny Jacinto looks NOTHING like that.

[road-kill-eater]

for KraggaroK on artfight

[bybdolan]

THE TORTURED POETS DEPARTMENT SONGS AS BOOKS inspired by LitHub and this edit by @carlytayjepsen; “Chloe/Sam/Sophia/Marcus” photograph by Eve Fowler; “Guilty as Sin?” photograph from here; “Clara Bow” photography by Nina Leen; “The Bolter” photograph by Richard Barnes folklore; evermore; midnights

[burnforyou]

CREEP - LUIGI MANGIONE x READER

!WARNING! he is a perv, creep, watching/stalking you, reader is called "innocent" and "small," caught (kinda), solo!m!msterbte. if any of this is triggering, do not read. if you don't like, do not read. minors dni.

he turned his car off and all the lights faded away, leaving him surrounded by a silent darkness. where he parked left him a perfect view up into your illuminated bedroom in your college house. you lived with 3 other girls, but it was clear which room was yours based on your insomnia. what's keeping her up tonight? he wondered. is she thinking about me?

he peered into your room, his heart jolting at the sight of you walking into the room in only a towel. I'm the luckiest man in the world. before, he'd got off to your photos, or his imagination, but this was something different, something more. it was real. he felt the adrenaline running through his veins as he ran his hand down his abs (picturing your soft, small, feminine hand), and grasped his now hard cock through his pants, beginning to stroke it slowly. you really were right in front of him and were completely unaware of what he was doing, unaware of how sexy you are, unaware of how badly he needs you. so innocent. just getting out of the shower, doing your daily routine, and you had no idea he was watching you, using you to get off. he took his cock out and shuddered, feeling the cold air against his sensitive tip.

fuck, it's so, so, wrong, but so hot. he needs you so bad it angers him. he's never wanted someone this badly before, he's never been this obsessed with anyone before. he has never jerked off thinking about someone before: he's always just pulled up a porno or found someone to get him off. sure, he'd look up porn stars with your features. since he met you, he's shamelessly been doing this: curating his hook-up's to girls who resembled you, even if that meant they had the same hair color as you and he'd fuck them face down and imagine (wish) they were you. sometimes he'd even moan your name by accident. but he was sure none of them would ever compare to you.

he stroked his lengthy, now rock solid, cock and titled his head back, squeezing his eyes shut. he opened them quickly when he remembered you were truly in front of him, there was no need to imagine you now. when he looked back up at you, you had slipped your towel off. he groaned at the sight of you now completely bare in front of him.

his hips rutted into his hand instinctively and his hot breath started to fog up the car windows. he continued fucking into his hand, imagining it was your pussy gripping him, not his loser hand.

"keep fucking your hand like the loser you are," he imagined you whispering to him, playing with your perfect pussy in front of him, teasing him, torturing him.

"keep imagining me as you jerk off." he continued.

"don't stop." he continued.

"good boy." he continued.

your skin looked so smooth to the touch, so sweet to the lips. he watched as you put lotion all over your body and imagined him helping you out. he imagined using the same lotion to stroke his cock. he imagined sliding his hands up and down your long, toned legs, rubbing in your lotion. you put your leg up on your bed, continuing to rub your lotion in and flash your perfect pussy out the window. the sight of it alone has him sucking in a breath and letting go of his throbbing dick so he doesn't cum too quick. his hard cock hit his lower abdomen with a slap. he imagined his girth slapping against your face. he breathed out. he wants to let this moment last.

at this point, it felt like you were putting on a show for him; just for him.

"fuck, baby, that's it," he whimpers, gripping his dick once again, imaging its your soft hand instead of his. finishing using your lotion, you turned around and unknowingly revealed your plump ass to him, prematurely sending him over the edge. his hips bucked up. his whole body shook, and he cried out your name.

he came hard all over his hand and pants, but he wasn't done. his tip shone red and angry but he kept moving his hand up and down on his overstimulated cock, squeezing and watching you. not once did he take his eyes off of your body. he was addicted to the drug that was your body. all he wanted to do was ram his cock into you and kiss you as you came. he wanted to hold your hands and wipe away your tears of pleasure. you slipped on little black panties, ones he knew he would be stealing pretty soon, and a big white t-shirt.

the obscene sound and scent of hot sex filled his car. he swiped his thumb across his tip, imaging your lips kissing it. he pictured you grinding on his dick in your little black panties, teasing him, as you slathered him in your juices. he wanted to push the black fabric to the side and delve into you, tasting your sweet juices.

"fuck," he whined, his dick so sensitive, so ready to cum again. he gazed at you finishing your routine, putting on your skincare. he noticed your ass peeking out from the shirt with each movement and sighed, purely at the sight of your beauty. he knows this is wrong, he was not raised to do this. he knows he's a creep, a pervert. but that makes it so much better.

you turned around and walked towards the window. his hand and his heart beat sped up uncontrollably. he hurriedly jerked off, knowing he was close to another hard climax "shit," he muttered, eyes flickering between your hard nipples and pretty face, "just like that."

"I'm not gonna last long baby," he muttered, acting like you could hear him, like you were sitting in his passenger seat, leaned across the console, with your lips wrapped around his cock, licking at his veins, your plump ass in the air, his hands wrapped in your hair, your innocent doe eyes looking up at him, a tear falling every time your nose pressed against the hair around his cock.

you finally reached the window and peered out into the darkness. for a millisecond he swore you looked down at him and caught him in the act. it was that that sent him over the edge once again. the small possibility of being caught, of your eyes meeting his, had him cumming harder than ever before. he sputtered out even more cum, grasping onto the leather car seat hard. his toes curled and he moaned your name uncontrollably. his moans came out as needy, desperate, broken sobs. sweat and cum glistened all over his bare chest and thighs.

you closed your blind and shut off your light. his lips stayed parted as he panted in dark silence once again.

[loreleisims]

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[myrcella-lannister]

MAXXXINE (2024)

[koroart]

Colored this sweet DimiDue piece for @/fireboxemblem on Twitter/X! 💙🩵✨

[phagon]

me after going on dnp twitter

[curtis-brothers-hug]

Look. Darry hitting Ponyboy is obviously, unequivocally wrong, and we shouldn’t make excuses for it or justify it.

But outbursts of aggression or violence can be a symptom of trauma and PTSD. And we really need to stop completely leaving that out of the debates of “is Darry a good or bad guardian/person?”

Something many in the fandom forget, despite it being a central aspect of Darry’s character, despite it being a central aspect of Pony’s character arc, despite Pony reminding us explicitly and repeatedly in his narration - is that Darry’s behaviour when we see him in canon is out of character.

Ponyboy could not be more clear about this. “Me and Darry got along before mom and dad died.” “Nobody in our family ever hit me before. Nobody.” The palpable shock of all three brothers, including Darry himself, after Darry hit Pony.

One of the main reasons why Pony finds Darry’s behaviour so distressing is because it’s new. It’s different. It’s unexpected. It came seemingly out of nowhere. He’s not used to it and it’s caught him horribly off guard. It’s yet another cataclysmic change that Pony’s had to deal with as an unexpected byproduct of his parents’ deaths. He hasn’t had a lifetime to inoculate himself against Darry yelling at him or hitting him, like Johnny or Dally or Steve with their parents. If Darry was an abusive person, Pony would be used to these behaviors. He might say something like, “Darry was always like this but now mom and dad aren’t here to protect me.” But no. Darry yelling at Pony all the time is out of character. Darry hitting Pony is out of character. Again, it doesn’t excuse the behavior, but it does raise alarm bells and give us some very important clues.

You have some acting violently in a way that is recent, sudden, and out of character. That’s the profile of someone who is suffering from trauma.

All three brothers suffered their parents’ deaths, but it’s safe to assume Darry was the one who had to identify their mangled bodies. Darry was the one who had to prepare those bodies for burial. Do you think Darry doesn’t see that image when he closes his eyes? Do you think he let Soda and Pony see that? If Pony had seen his parents’ dead bodies, he would have mentioned it. The whole point of the story is that even after his parents’ death, Pony doesn’t see the full extent of death and violence and dead bodies with his own eyes. Because Darry took care of it for him.

Darry is not only acting out of character during canon, but he’s most likely also acting on impulses that he can’t fully control and hasn’t been given the tools to do so. Mental health and trauma therapy were not really a thing in the 1960s, and even if the Curtis’ lived in the modern era, they still wouldn’t have the money and resources to access that help. Maybe a modern Darry Curtis could self diagnose through Google searches, if he ever found time, but that’s about it.

Not to mention the societal and material circumstances at play. You can’t insist that the story is about class and socioeconomics - which it is - but make Darry the sole exception, and act like his wrongdoings alone exist in a vacuum.

The whole point of Darry hitting Pony is that it’s the culmination of events, a breaking point, that is a direct result of their class and their poverty. Darry would never have hit Pony if he wasn’t at the end of his rope, not just due to their parents’ death, but all the socioeconomic conditions resulting from it.

Darry hit his breaking point when Pony came home late, not because he was mad that Pony broke his tyrannical rule, but because Pony breaking curfew could have disastrous, life altering consequences. He was worried sick not knowing where Pony was, but he couldn’t do anything about that, because if he called the police, Pony and Soda would be taken away and tossed in the system. Because Darry’s custody is constantly under threat, because they’re low class and poor. And he’s already running on fumes from the financial ruin and precarious custody that he’s had to deal with every minute of every day since their parents died. If soc kids lost their parents it would still be a tragedy and a trauma, but money and custody and college and future would not be a concern. They’d just access their trust funds and be adopted by any number of other wealthy relatives or family friends.

If anything, I think it’s damn impressive that Darry improves his behaviour toward Ponyboy as much as he does, considering he has no more resources or support system by the end than he does at the beginning. His efforts to be more gentle and patient and communicative are sheer willpower. In essence, he’s trying to override his triggers while still living in survival mode, and he manages to make progress. That’s hard enough for people who know those terms and have that vocabulary, let alone someone who very much does not.

So is Darry’s treatment of Pony wrong? Of course. Is he inherently a bad person? The narrative is very clear that he is not, that his negative behavior is an anomaly. Is there a hell of a lot of context to Darry’s mistakes that should be taken into account? Yes. Is said context literally the whole point of the story? Also yes. Would you do any better in his position - his exact position, including his age and living in his time period? Sorry, no. If you are an adult in 2025 who can’t bother to understand Darry, there is no way you would have done a better job of understanding Ponyboy or caring for Ponyboy if you were Darry in 1965. If you write off Darry as just an abuser, just an inherently bad person, I guarantee that if you lived in the 1960s, you’re the one who would think Ponyboy was just an ungrateful brat who needs a good smack to whip him into shape.