#[don't fly at night]
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Nandermo + FLYING
#wwdits s5 spoilers#what we do in the shadows#nandermo#guillermo de la cruz#nandor the relentless#nandermoedit#wwditsedit#*pilot (01x01)#*manhattan night club (01x04)#*collaboration (02x08)#*pride parade (05x03)#dakotasvibe#userligaya#fly me to the moon etc#insert more songs/poems with the word fly in its lyrics here#yeah yeah nandor dropped him idc#would YOUR lover fly to outer space just to impress you? don't think so#*500
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It's them
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the truly problematic thing about having insanely vivid dreams just about every night--and i mean the kind of vivid where you remember details days or even weeks later, like it's just another normal-ass memory--is that you wind up losing track on an emotional level of what's real. like. i know that was a dream. obviously it was a dream. but some part of my brain misses it like it really happened. i am painfully, achingly nostalgic for people i've never met, places i've never been, shit that literally could not ever happen--but i feel as though i remember. which is just the most unhinged thing, right? like, i remember going on a run that took me over a fence into Disneyland, and i remember having to take a shortcut through a Chinese restaurant, but it was fine, because Erika Ishii was there, and they'd done this before, so no worries. right? no! obviously not! why do i remember this with such visceral clarity three weeks later?
oh, what's your favorite episode of this TV show? the one i dreamt. yeah, don't worry about it, it didn't make coherent sense, but it was in the feelings, right? my ship had the best fucking scene. no, of course i can't explain it to you, that's madness. it involved a rocking chair. don't worry about it. it's fine. it's super important i don't accidentally reference this in a fic someday, though.
this shit is deranged, dude. missing people who are quite literally my own brain's invention with an actor's face. missing places that are a meld of a movie i saw once, my childhood bedroom, the second floor of my high school, and inter-dimensional space. like. no! no, this shouldn't be a thing! is, though. the clarity of it. just fucking bananas. this has been happening to me my whole goddamn life.
#dreams#the worst thing about being a writer who has had these wildly vivid dreams forever#is the CLEAR awareness that they do not follow story-logic. dream-logic is special and near-impossible to properly bottle#so like. i can't even use these not-memories#i can't write my 'new favorite episode' and share it with the class#i can't even tell my wife about the shit i fully remember seeing and doing while i sleep. because i didn't.#the other night i had such an insane flying dream that i woke up and told her 'for the record: i do dream in color.'#and she went 'of course you do.'#and i was like 'yeah of course i do but also this one was actively switching between color and black and white so. guess it's for suresies.#anyway i haven't had a dreamless night in...a really fuckin long time and it's nuts. false memories. everywhere.#it's astonishing i don't forget more real shit to make room#tell you what though. it does make warring against parasocial instincts WORSE. i am a mature adult who knows better.#but good goddamn my subconscious isn't helping
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The Universe by Gaston Maréchaux // "Everywhere" by Fleetwood Mac
#fly art#fleetwood mac#christine mcvie#everywhere#tango in the night#1987#please don't remove caption
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anyways how come every time carlos wins a race the f1 community talks about him like he's the second-coming of the motorsports messiah
#especially bc like.....I don't really remember singapore but last night he took max's role of just flying away in front of everyone#it's not like he was battling people and had to fight to hold position#meanwhile you have drivers from small teams who have won races and who actually fought for their wins#and it's ahhh whatever#carlos is the one who is absolutely unthinkable that he might not have a seat#anti sainz
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love love love your work! hope you're still taking request if not sorry. your sitting at your kitchen table in Eddie's lap supposed to be studying but instead hes got his fingers in you and eventually more😉 all while you're trying to be quiet and act as if you guys are studying anytine someone walks by
author’s note: i kept the general idea of it, but tried to tweak it to fit the way i pictured it; either way, i hope this is just as good! this one was rlly fun to write.
cw: 18+ (minors, don’t you dare) fem!reader, semi-public, people are around during the act but no one’s really aware, lots of spicy dirty talk, the nsfw content is basically what’s in the ask lol
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Eddie had a bad habit of fidgeting, constantly bouncing his knee or tapping his pencil on the table. It was a stark comparison to your normally quiet, focused way of studying. You enjoyed honing in and getting through your work, but Eddie couldn’t stay on task to save his life—that is, unless he had something to help him focus. Which is why, most of the time, you ended up in Eddie’s lap, his hands wrapped tightly around your waist, peering around your arm or over your shoulder, listening intently as you read through the content material. It was a proven fact that it helped—he had the C minus in English to vouch for himself.
The only problem, Eddie had a weakness for skirts. Some days you would forget completely, but other days it was on purpose—when he has been driving you mad all day, whether with his attitude or words, or the light touches he’d leave on your body as he passed you in the hall or sat behind you at his desk, trying to find every possible way to bother you.
Today was not one of those days. You had changed before he got here, but it was an afterthought. Eddie didn’t even make much of a comment when he walked through the door either, other than his usual smirk and soft tap on your ass when your parents weren’t peering around the corner at him.
He’s fiddling with the end of your top, twirling a loose thread around his finger as you read through the homework assignment. You ask a question—once, twice—“Earth to Eddie?” You sigh, turning slightly to wave your hand in his face, “Are you even listening?”
“Yeah, yeah.” He nods jerkily, “Of course.” Even he knew that was a lie.
“What did I just say?” You’re testing him, already prepared for the dumbfounded look on his face.
“The stuff, about the, uh—“ Eddie motions with his hand toward the book, stalling for time, “the stuff.”
“Uh huh.” You reply smugly, tongue in cheek as you watch him stumble over his words.
“You know I can’t concentrate when you wear shit like this,” His voice low, closer to your ear, as he pulls on the thin material of your skirt. You could feel the rough material of his jeans rubbing against the back of your thighs, the way his legs spread wider, forcing your legs further apart, “gives me the best view of that perfect little ass.”
He emphases his words by slipping his hands around to your backside, kneading into the soft flesh, forcing you to scoot forward more—legs spread wider, the apex of your thighs hovering over nothing, relying solely on the weight of his legs to hold you up.
He was so fucking lucky your parents were halfway across the house—you could tear into him right now. But Eddie, he has different plans.
“Don’t act innocent,” He tells you, hands tracing the seam of your sheer panties, his featherlight touch making you squirm, “you do it on purpose—know how easy it gets me going.”
The thing about Eddie, he could flip like a switch—and when he was determined about something, he was going to go for it. That, and he was probably the horniest person you’ve ever met, not that it was a bad thing. But, he wanted you—he was dying to have you.
“I swear it wasn’t.” Your voice is soft, barely above a whisper. You don’t realize how strongly you're gripping on to the textbook until Eddie’s reaching for your hand, slipping it behind you and over the closed zipper of his jeans. You could feel how hard he was, how easily he was affected by you. “Didn’t feel fair to tease you, not today.”
“So, any other day?” He’s slipping his fingers toward your clothed cunt, hand resting against you—like he was waiting for a sign, permission, something.
“Only when I feel like you deserve it.” Your voice falters, his finger dragging a solid line down the front of your underwear and back. “Eddie—“
He shushes you, free hand gripping the inside of your thigh, squeezing lightly. “Don’t want your parents hearing, do you?”
You could kill him for being so bold—knowing how difficult it was for you to keep quiet with him, whether it be his fingers buried inside you or his dick, you just couldn’t hold it in. “You wouldn’t dare.”
And like a silent challenge, he slips his fingers down the front of your underwear, fingers dragging through the wetness that had gathered—it was embarrassing how easily he managed to turn you on. “Try me.” He breathes against your neck, eyes locked on where your hand gripped the tablecloth for support.
No going back now, you think, grinding against the palm of his hand in desperation, pussy clenching around nothing—which was a fucking crime. “Shit, princess—I know you hate wasting time but you’re already that wet? And I’ve barely touched you?”
“Stop teasing, Eddie.” You beg, moving your hand that was wedged between your ass and his clothed dick, gripping onto the front of his hand to force him to apply more pressure—or just move, at least.
A deep laugh rumbles from his chest, thumb coming up to circle your clit, jolting you back in surprise. But, Eddie doesn’t stop there. In fact, he escalates at rapid speed, finger dipping inside of you in the same motion, curling up against your walls.
“Hu-fuck,” You moan through clenched teeth, forcing yourself to stay quiet—failing miserably. “More—please, feels so good, Eddie.”
“There she is.” He smiles from behind you, inserting a second finger, thumb continuing to work over your sensitive clit, your ass desperately grinding back against his dick. “My sweet girl.”
It doesn’t take much coaxing until you’re practically bent over the table, drunk off the feeling of his fingers fucking up into you—his name the only thing your brain can form into words, desperately gasping out into the air, head thrown back against his chest. “Ed—Eddie, hurry up.”
“Trying, sweetheart.” He mumbled into your hair, massaging the inside of your thigh, which helps, but the sound of a door closing in the distance has you scrambling to a somewhat convincible position, smoothing your clothes back into place—the only problem, Eddie’s fingers were still buried inside of you. But; you never tried to move them and that was your downfall.
To your parents, it wasn’t unusual to find you perched on Eddie’s lap. From sitting poolside in your backyard, sprawled on top of him, or cuddled up on the couch watching some cheesy movies that Eddie definitely had no part in choosing—it was normal. Young love, your mom always joked. She knew well enough, having been through it herself.
“Hi, honey.” She greets casually, still a good several feet away. “Your dad and I wanted to drop off some food for you tonight before we head out—Edward,” You couldn’t help that snicker that escapes your lips, but it was a dangerous mistake, feeling Eddie’s fingers move a fraction, causing you to squirm against his lap in response, “how’s your uncle? You two managing well?”
“Yes, ma’am.” He replies, you scoff softly at his over the top attempt at being polite. “He’s working a lot, but we’re fine.” Your mom nods, familiar with Eddie’s hardships.
“Alright, honey. We’ll see you tomorrow.” You holler a forced goodbye, waiting until the door clicks, hand balled into a tight fist as you punched Eddie in the leg, a feeble attempt that’s quickly thwarted by him grabbing your wrist.
“Upstairs, now.” You demand, practically yanking him from the seat, tripping over each other's feet as you ascended the staircase, whipping around the corner to your bedroom.
Eddie cages you against the door, hand returning down the front of your underwear like nothing had happened. But, he couldn’t ignore the scowl on your face. “Oh come on, you’re fine. We weren’t going to get caught.” He smiles, leaning forward to mouth at your neck, trailing soft kisses toward the slope of your shoulder.
“Oh, Edward,” You tease, face softening. “Edward.” It was impossible to say with a straight face, not with the way Eddie was staring at you, seemingly mortified.
“Stop calling me that.” He laughs, “You know I hate it.”
You whine out on a particular flick of his finger, hitting just the right spot inside of you, hand gripping onto the front of his shirt. “Why? I kinda like it.” You finally force out, attempting to catch your breath.
“Looks like I’m just gonna have to shut you up then.”
And truthfully, it didn't take much.
#eddie munson x reader#eddie munson smut#eddie munson#eddie munson x y/n#eddie munson blurb#my writing#don't ask me why i can fly through these things at night#my brain just works better
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last night in Bodrum (featuring nip slip)
#me#gay#selfie#gay uk#twink#my face#gpoy#gay gpoy#gay boy#flying home today and i won't lie i don't feel great#was dancing with bar boys for half of the night#they were cute so I'll let it slide
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Faustine is the type of person who, when she sees Poppy, will run to give her a hug by twirling her in the air, will kiss her on the cheek, will get a big smile just by being with her, and will protect her body and soul even more than with her other friends, but keep saying there's nothing romantic between them
#I don't talk enough about Poppy and Faustine's friendship#Faustine is her knight in shining armor#They love spending time together#chilling out or flying with their hypogriff.#faustine daemon#poppy sweeting#hogwarts legacy mc#lore#late night thoughts#rambles
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At my work's yearly company party a little over a week ago, they had this professional photobooth so I got a nice portrait! 😋 There was another one too but this one is better haha
#i WFH but they have a party every year and will fly out people who don't live nearby#this year was in SF though since they have an office up here too (main one is in LA) so i just drove up that night haha#i got hired just after the 2021 party and i couldn't go to the 2022 party so this was actually my first one!#me#mine#corp goth#gothgoth#gothic#goth girl#gothgothgoth
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Don't get me wrong I love both Sun and Moon a lot
But i feel like I'd get along far better with Moon because I have an extreme case of sleepy bitch disease
Like, no matter how much sleep I've had, what time of day, or if I've had any caffeine I am ALWAYS tired
I will never say no to that
Anyone tries to wake me up? The murder bot is standing guard. I'd be so well rested
#starr stuff#dumb rambling#like#I've been a night person since i was 14#anytime betweeb 1pm to 1 am I'm awake#but during the morning and day?#im a sleepy mf#im nocturnal#i don't function well during the day#but most of the world nowadays has 90% of society forced to function during the day#it's terrible for me#so hell yea#best believe if i worked at the plex#id take absolutely use moon as an excuse to sleep#he'd probably let me#when naptime attendant meets a chronically tired artist#sparks fly#plus he's named Moon#I'm Starr#its destiny man
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hiiii besties i'm back <3
#god it's been almost a month of me not posting?? (except for my personal updates) oops#i just wanted to say i just passed my last exam#i passed all of them with flying colours hehe#but i haven't slept for more than 6 hours at night for more than a month and i feel like i'm getting sick#work has been tough too and i failed one job interview... i have less than 3 weeks to find another job but i'm not giving up!!#also i already told everyone at work that i'm leaving and i cried A LOT this week...#but don't worry it was because they were so sweet and supportive :')#so today i'm going to watch a movie and relax#and tomorrow i will finally go for a walk!!! a long walk!!!#and i'm going to waste my time on tumblr (i say that with love) and reblog all the posts i've missed for the past month#and reply to your messages and asks <3#i missed you!!!!#k.txt#oh wait nvm i forgot it's sanremo finale today asdfghjh i'm going to have fun reading my italian mutuals' posts
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Happy 11 skord sword
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In other, good news (For once for me!) my mom and her boyfriend finally agreed to let me carpool with them when we all leave Pittsburgh on Tuesday morning. The bad news is I have to figure out a way that I'm getting to Pittsburgh now last minute because I'll be there longer then them.
#personal#Like I'm coming in on Saturday and they're only coming in on Monday afternoon for a hockey game and then leaving the next morning.#And if I didn't have a tattoo appointment on Monday AND already paid the hotel in full for all my days?#I would have considered just doing the one day myself.#So now I'm sitting here weighing my options. I can either fly in or take the train in... Both have their positives and negatives.#I fucking LOVE taking the train but I don't like the fact that it only puts me in Pitt at like 8 PM at night.#But if I fly in it puts me in Pitt at like 11 in the morning and I would have to find a way to kill 5-6 hours until my hotel check-in.#<- Not to mention I'm like super scared of flying still and it's supposed to be windy here on Saturday.#Which I'm assuming isn't good for planes.#I was just considering making a driving playlist this morning because I thought I was driving the 8 hours total there and back.#Not ANYMORE! Even though I did agree to get behind the wheel for a little bit on the trek back#<- Doubt I will have to though because my mom's boyfriend is like the 'big man' and will NOT let me drive his car.
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II Sogno by Angelo Morbelli // "Seven Wonders" by Fleetwood Mac
#fly art#fleetwood mac#stevie nicks#sandy stewart#seven wonders#tango in the night#1987#please don't remove caption
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just watched back The Kiss and i'm going insane because the bullet thing is so real. and like i'm kind of sad bc it's a huge spoiler (i mean it's hidden in plain sight so it's not really a Spoiler but yknow) and i can sort of guess what's going to happen in s3 (vaguely, or at least i now know their true motivations for the end of s2) but at the same time !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! he did that!!!!!!
I knew you would come through for me. You always do.
Well, you said "trust me."
And you did.
AND HE DID
#RAAAAAAAAAAA#i personally don't believe that it's necessarily crowley's essence (?) in the bullet like with gabriel and the fly#i think it's more like a reminder of what they said that night#and possibly aziraphale will end up being the one to do what gabriel did#idk
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Do any of yall have one or two thousand draft or scrapped ideas that you want to post but you're worried that your idea is dumb or others won't like it and you just want to add to the tag because there's not a lot of post in that tag?
Also I shaved my legs yesterday and they're so smooth and that makes me really happy
#jason grace#percy jackson#heroes of olympus#abeke#connor#meilin#rollan#spirit animals books#Random thoughts flying through my head at night when I don't have control over my thoughts as wellas I do during the day
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