#jesus fucking christ!!!! what the hell!!!!
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Excessive Force : Tom Ludlow x Fem Nurse Reader (COLLAB W/ THE INCREDIBLE @johnwickb1tsch) - Chapter One Two Three Four Five Six Seven Eight
TW: NSFW, dubcon if you squint
You are laying in bed, not sleeping, feeling sorry for yourself when your phone rings on your bedside table. You don’t recognize the number, so you answer with a cautious, “Hello?”
“Hi, pretty girl.”
You pause a long beat, and not because you don’t recognize the voice on the other end. “How the ever-loving fuck did you get this number?”
It’s Officer Tom Ludlow, of course. Just what you need, on this night from Hell.
“I’m a detective, remember?” You can just hear the self-satisfied smirk, and he’s lucky he’s not standing in front of you, because tonight you just might have slapped him.
You use your moderately adequate brain for some deductive reasoning of your own, and realize, “You took my number from Julian’s phone. After you assaulted him.”
On the other end he lets out a long whistle. “Baby, that’s such a strong word.”
“Do not call me baby.”
“Alright. Sweetheart.”
“God, you are such a fucking caveman.”
“Thank you.”
You sigh, too fucking tired for this shit. Your heart feels like a chewed up piece of gum, and your lady parts are pulsing angrily at you for ruining their evening earlier.
They like the sound of Tom’s deep voice in your ear, and that is so not good.
“You okay?”
The question actually takes you aback, because the smarmy shit-eating tone is gone, and he sounds…serious?
“I guess. Why?”
“That doesn’t sound okay.”
“Why do you think it’s any of your goddamned business?”
“I told you. If Dr. Bitch hurts you, it is my business.”
“He didn’t hurt me,” you grumble. In fact, he didn’t really do much of anything to you. Now that more time has passed, the more annoyed you are about that.
Fuck if Detective Ludlow doesn’t seem to hear that in your voice too. “Ohhhh. Sounds like the Good Doctor didn’t hit anything?”
“Oh my god. I hate you. Do you know that?”
He gives a low chuckle that absolutely goes straight to your deprived pussy, and you squirm a little in bed, so grateful he can’t see you.
“You wish you hated me.”
“I’m hanging up now.”
“Don’t hang up, pretty girl. Tell me what you’re wearing.” His voice dips low, and smooth as velvet.
Every hair on your body lifts in response to this, your nipples pebbling into painful points. Bastard.
“A parka.”
“Pshh. You sleep in a parka? Come on, baby.” How effective that soft, coaxing tone is at dissolving your inhibitions is alarming. You can almost see yourself, as though standing at the edge of a great abyss. If you jump…there will be no going back.
“Fine. I’ll use my own imagination. I think you’re wearing…a cute little lacy negligee that just floats on your luscious curves…”
Well, you guess you’re getting a picture of what he likes.
“Jesus Christ. I’m wearing a tank top, you pervert,” you grouse, trying to shatter his fantasy. Nevermind the fact that you are now soaking wet, again.
“Nice. No panties?”
“I am wearing panties.”
“You aren’t going to need ‘em. Do you know what I’d do to you, after dinner, my beautiful nurse?”
“Gee, I bet you’re going to fucking tell me.”
“Oh come on. We’re having fun.”
“You are having fun.”
“But you’re still listening.”
Well, he has you there, the smug sonofabitch.
“Maybe.”
He chuckles at the other end of the line, a low sound that makes you clench with need.
“You’ve got to answer a question for me first.”
“What?”
“You’ve got to dip into that sweet little pussy for me, and tell me how wet you are on the scale from one to ten.”
You should rip him a new one for this. Or just hang up. Why can’t you just hit the button and end this nonsense? But then…you’d be alone. Your real-time reaction is less dignified, but maybe more honest.
You laugh.
It starts as a giggle, then crescendos into an all out guffaw. “Tom…you are a nut.”
You can hear the smile in his voice as he answers, and goddamn if you don’t actually start to feel better. “Oh come on baby, don’t hold out on me. I’ve got a solid ten inches in my hand for you here.”
This makes you laugh even harder. “Ten inches?!”
“Ok. Maybe nine and a half.”
You giggle, and you can’t stop. “I don’t know if I can handle all that, Officer Ludlow.”
You don’t know how his voice lowers even more, as he says, “Oh, I know you can take it. Don’t worry, I’ll ease it in nice and slow.”
Suddenly the bubbles of laughter in your gut go flat, replaced with an aching heat that sears your insides, your clit throbbing in response to his dirty mouth. It’s possible a kittenish little sound squeaks from the back of your throat.
You really don’t know where you get the courage to ask softly, “Yeah? Then what?”
“Then I would kiss all over those pretty, soft titties. I want those perfect nips in my mouth.”
You know you make a sound then, and he surely hears it. “Will you check them for me? Lick your fingers and give them a pinch.”
“You are ridiculous.” It comes out small, and breathy, and it doesn’t really sound like an insult at all. So what, if you do as he tells you? And so fucking what, if imaging it’s his hands on you makes you feverish with desire, a spear of longing throbbing in your cunt.
He doesn’t answer you right away, which means he’s busy with something else. Maybe Tom is just as pent up as you are from all this edging the two of you have been putting each other through.
“Are you.. are you really?” You ask, hating how your voice exposes the fact that you’re not only pinching your nipples, but borderline feeling yourself up at the sound of his hiking breath.
“Yeah, honey, I am.”
“Oh,” you say, because it’s the only thing you can think of. Your cunt is screaming below about how she wants to talk to Tom Ludlow because you’re doing a shit job at it.
“Ah, fuck. Are you doing what I told you?”
“No.”
“Good. Lick your fingers again, circle those pretty nipples for me. Close your eyes and imagine it’s my tongue. Fuck, I wanna suck on your tits so bad.”
He doesn’t have to know that you’re following orders. That you’re grinding on the bunched blanket between your legs while you imagine his big, rude hands playing with your tits instead of your own.
“You listening to me, beautiful girl?”
“Yeah. Don’t get a big head about it.”
“Good job. And too late.”
“I do hate you, you know. I’m serious.” It has no real venom; in fact, it sounds more like a term of endearment at this point.
He laughs. “C’mon, tell me how soaked she is.”
She’s flooded, is the answer. She’s dampening the pressed comforter, she’s throbbing and screaming and crying and pulsing to the tempo of his black coffee voice.
You’re not much for vocals when you get off. You have neighbors that already have to hear about your dreams, and the act itself seems like more business than pleasure sometimes. When you were younger, you shared a room with your two sisters, so you learned to be quiet and discreet about rubbing your pussy. That all flies out the window when you sink two fingers into your sopping cunt at Tom’s direction.
“10,” you hiss, straining to hit your gspot. Maybe you really do need to invest in one of those toys Sheila is always elbowing you about.
“Oh, poor baby.” Your walls flutter violently at his mocking tone.
“I thought you were going to tell me what you would do to me after dinner?” Maybe you’re desperate, or just stupid. It doesn’t really matter when all you want is to orgasm on Tom’s voice.
“Thought I was? Didn’t I tell you about how I’m gonna dip into that sweet wet pussy, and play with your little clit with my thumb while I fuck you with this big cock? How do you like it, honey? Slow and deep? Fast and hard?”
You make a strangled little sound–because your fingers are just not enough, and it hurts. It hurts that he’s not here with you, filling you up, holding you down with those calloused hands and that filthy, insatiable, mouth.
“What was that?”
His voice is strained, and you think you’re not the only one in pain here.
“Slow,” you answer. “At first.” Why exactly are you handing him this ammunition? How stupid, how dangerous, to offer up the keys to your undoing? You know he will only use this information against you.
“Mmm.” His breathing is labored, and the thought of him with his cock out, stroking himself to this dirty talk is almost too much to stand. Julian had you trussed and at his mercy right in front of him, but couldn’t keep it up. All Tom Ludlow needs is the sound of your voice. After the night you’ve had, that alone is nearly enough to make you cum.
“But then I like it deep,” you pant. “You think you got what it takes?”
“Baby, I’ve got everything you need.”
You are trying to be as quiet as you can, while you abuse your clit with your two middle fingers, practically holding your breath, getting high on the oxygen deprivation. You’re too quiet, you suppose.
“Don’t be shy, beautiful. Gotta let me hear it when you cum for me.”
“Or what?” you grouse. “Maybe I’m just…mixing pancake batter.”
His laughter is strained, and you just know he’s close. “Or you’ll regret it, sweet girl. When I finally get these hands on you? Mmm I’ll make you pay. I’ll make you cum without mercy.”
Again, you can’t help but compare the versions of punishment to the men in your life. Julian wants to hurt you. Tom just wants to make you cum.
“Fuck.”
“Yeah? You there, baby?”
You try to just breathe through your nose, to not give him the satisfaction–but you fail spectacularly.
“Y/n?” He calls, singing your name and making it sound so pretty and good and special.
“Y-yeah?”
“You coming with me? I’m waiting for you.”
You’re right there, dangling over that sweet, slippery precipice that you can usually ease yourself over carefully. Tom gives you a little shove, and you’re plummeting.
“That’s my girl.” He doesn’t sound much better off than you while you sob from the unexpected, haywire orgasm.
It takes a long minute for you to come back to earth, come back to breathless Tom who isn’t saying anything for once in his life.
That pleasant, floaty post coital bliss gets stained with shame when the clarity of who you just mutually masturbated with hits you.
He talks first, what a surprise. “Do you feel better?”
“No.” But then, “a little bit.”
“At least one of us does.” You hear him shuffling around on the other end, maybe opening a fridge. It makes you smile to think of him jerking off at his kitchen table.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Why in God’s name are you still entertaining this conversation? You both got what you wanted, and if you stay here too long listening to his voice you’re going to be right back where you started—ready for round two.
“I won’t feel better until you’re mine.” He sounds humorless, which worries you in itself even without the possessive words added. “C’mon, sweet nurse, aren’t you supposed to help me feel better?”
“I don’t belong to anyone, Tom. I never will.”
“Oh? Bullshit.”
“I’m hanging up.”
Almost as if he knows you’re full of it, or maybe he just doesn’t care about talking into an empty phone line, he continues. “You’re telling me you’ve never wanted a man to take care of you? Protect you, defend you, fuck anyone up who even thinks to raise a hand or word against you?”
Honestly? That’s all you’ve ever wanted, although you’ll take that admittance to your grave. After a lifetime of taking care of other people, having someone to do that for you in return sounds like a castle in the sky. But, the thing about castles in skies? They’re imaginary. You pinch the bridge of your nose. “Let me guess, you’d do all that and more?” Maybe the venomous sarcasm is a little too mean.
He sighs as if you’re the one assaulting his date, stealing his number, and then calling to harass and annoy him. “Okay, tough girl. Get some sleep. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“No you won’t.”
“Mm. Night, beautiful.”
You wait for him to hang up. He doesn’t. You don’t, either. You feel his grin blossoming through the white noise of the line, listen to him rustle about, hear bottles clinking, water running, fabric swishing. Your eyes get heavy to the sounds of his nightly routine, lashes threatening to touch cheek.
His voice is void of its usual gruff when it permeates the pleasant, strange, foggy land between awake and unconscious. “Baby?”
“Mm, yeah?” You try to make your mouth move properly, but the words come jumbled and slurred, weighted with exhaustion.
“Sweet dreams.”
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I did the thing again. If you missed the livestream but want to know what happened, I wrote down some notes again. (Spoiler warning, obviously, as I will mention who won the death match)
. The Nightmare Time theme is so fucking good
. Xander murdered Grace last death match and won
. James and Matt like wrestling (not each other - the sport)
. BOTTLE IMPS!!!!!!!!!!!!
. WORKIN BOYS GETS RELEASED ON YOUTUBE AT 425,000
. Lmao the backing music is Jane's A Car
. We are the Lords In Black
. HARMONY AND BARRY!!!!!!!!!! I LOVE HARMONY SO MUCH
. Ted and Hidgens are a duo lmaoooooo
. Melissa and w o m a n
. Mariah really loved w o m a n
. CCRP set up a water filtration system that pissed people off
. USE IT OR LOSE IT
. Harmony and Barry are just so annoying that Paul and Emma want to fight them
. Paul is the first to die
. Coffee makes Barry stronger
. Jon is the only one who thought Paulkins would win
. Rip Harmony :(
. Paul throws spare change at Harmony and Barry, summoning the Homeless Man, who wins the fight for them
. Bill and Alice get an easybake oven stolen from them by Sherman
. Love Vs Crazy
. Frank and Bill get mistaken for eachother mid-fight
. Sherman is vicious
. Frank wants Sherman to die
. Alice eats Sherman's soul and becomes a little kid again
. Ruth has a crush on Hidgens
. Ted and Hidgens have a dead body???????
. The dead body is a Frankenstein amalgamation of all the Workin Boys
. Frankenruth?????????
. RICHIE HAS THE POWER OF GOD AND ANIME ON HIS SIDE
. Ted and Hidgens win with help from the Workin Boy
. “w o m a n is here!”
“I'm fucking here, bitches”
. Shapiro + Bailey are looking for Roman
. Dog…
. Oh no
. Roman is the dog.
. Melissa and w o m a n die
. MISS HOLLOWEEN!!!!!!!
. Bottle Imps was supposed to be between Forever and Always and Time Bastard
. Bill meets the founder of CCRP
. CHARLES IS IN IT
. CHARLES FOUNDED CCRP
. HARVARD LAW SCHOOL COMMUNITY ORGANISING PRICK?!?!?!?!?
. HOWIE?!?!?!?!?!?
. Bill's been at CCRP 13 years
. Coven’s Communication Research and Power
. Charles wants… ALL the money
. If it's actually Billted oh my god…
. Jane didn't die, but their dog did so she divorced him
. THEY'VE COVERED THE PROTESTS LIVE AT THE HATCHETFIELD KENNEL
. THE PROBLEMATIC PUPPY BIT SOLOMON LAUTER
. DONNA WANTS THE DOG TO DIE
. THE DOG IS IN THE CAR
. THE DOG CAR RUNS OVER DAN AND DONNA
. GOT MY PAW ON THE GAS
. Everyone is cheating on each other
. Ethan used to bully Pete
. Pete and Steph don't tip
. Lex flips out
. Lex suddenly develops a gluten intolerance????
. Jason and Kyle save Steph and Pete
. Max breaks into Camp Idontwannabang, Grace reads him Bible stories, they're about to kiss, then Boy Jerry and Girl Jeri burst in to kill them
. Grace is so Jesus loving that Lumberaxe kills the Jerries
. MISS HOLLOWEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEN
. Excorcism???
. “Christ’s in hell with your mother”
Riley
. Miss Holloway has a witch hat!!!!!
. Evil mask??
. Riley's in hell smh
. “You basic bitch”
. MISS HOLLOWAY THROWS HERSELF INTO A WOOD CHIPPER
. Joey is Ted again
. YELLOW JACKET
. Alice and Bill get pissed about Paulkins trash talking Mamma Mia
. Joey: “This is the future the libs want”
. General MacNamara drops in from a helicopter and shoots Bill and Alice in the head
. James will murder Paul and Emma himself if they survive again
. Ted accidentally confesses to murdering Ruth and Richie
. Joey: “Here's the thing, ACAB”
. Thrash murders Shapiro for being a cop lmaooooooo
. Sam’s a dick to Tim at Pizza Pete’s
. Hannah straight up murders Charlotte and Sam
. I have to go to bed :( (Stopped right before Holyghost v Lautity)
. I'm baaaa-aaaaaack! It's the next day, I have pancakes, and I'm just realising I accidentally wrote Lautity instead of Lautski… I just love them too much
. I haven't checked Tumblr cause I don't want to be spoiled for who wins
. OH SHIT WORKIN BOYS IS ON YOUTUBE
. I'm back on the livestream, I'll check that out later
. They're at Perky's Buds, Grace has dragged Max there for a protest, Steph dragged Pete there for weed
. Grace wants Steph to go to heaven
. Five minutes for A THOUSAND DOLLARS?!?!?!?
. THEY DID IT IN ONE MINUTE
. Joey: “You horny little fucks”
. Max just murders Steph and Pete
. Max wouldn't want to hit a girl, Ziggs comes out, fails to land a single shot on them, but attracts the nighthawks which peck out Steph and Pete’s eyes
. Nicole Rodriguez is so fucking talented damnnnnnnnn, also I love Cool As I Think I Am (Reprise)
. This song will always destroy me emotionally :(
. Why is Joey doing a British accent lmaoooo
. This isn't the next scene, but is after it chronologically
. BRENDA!!!!!!!!!!
. BRENDA WORKS AT MISS RETRO'S
. If only it was a real werewolf… Wayward Guide, anyone?
. “Shit-eating grin” is my favourite Americanism. It's so funny I love it
. I kinda love Tucker
. More skidoos???
. Kyle's in college?????????????? Damn
. Even Stacy's in college
. Miss Holloway: “Cause the 80’s were bitchin’ ”
. Oh nooooo :(
. Miss Holloway: “The intranet”
. Oh god
. Oh shit
. Oh fuck
. Even though I knew this was going to happen I'm still devastated
. Oh god :((((((((
. God we need NMT3
. Joey: “Is this a bad time to announce Curt and Kim are getting divorced?”
. VIRGINITY ROCKS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
. Tedgens are stealing from CCRP, Paulkins are about to go on a date, they find them, and Hidgens goes all murder-crazy
. Corey: “Some of us are wrong and many of us are right”
. Joey: “Jon, Ted is gooning all over this office”
. Jon: “Great job everybody, all the food is gonna be poisoned next week”
. Goddamnit I just got spoiled for it :(
. Tedgens manage to find the Bastard's Box and trap Paul and Emma in it
. Hidgens hears Workin Boys coming from the box, but Ted stops him from touching it
. Tom and Becky want to buy the Waylon Place, and find Grace and Max burying Pete and Steph
. Tom coaches the Hatchetfield Nighthawks??????????
. Gen Z Vs Millennials
. Someone pulled $800 from the Kickstarter :(
. Will arrived literally as soon as Max died
. Grace and Max are ghosts now
. Meg Lloyd is also insanely talented
. Will loves Tom and Becky
. Sauce Saturday
. RUN AWAY WITH MEEEEEEE
. They're in the Starlight theatre, Wilbur is there for some reason
. “He was driving the car that killed your dog”
. NOOOOOOO JENNY
. LAUREN!!!!!
. Wilbur just straight up cheats so Tedgens win
. OHHHHHHH TED VS HIDGENS
. Ted always dies though :/
. A girl Miss Holloway saved has died
. MISS HOLLOWAY IS RENEGOTIATING HER DEAL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
. Lore….
. Miss Holloway chops off her toes?????
. AND DIPS THEM IN CHOCOLATE?????????
. AN OLD POP STAR THE WORLD’S FORGOTTEN
. That's what that tune is called?
. OH MY GOD THE LORDS
. I NEED TO DRAW THIS
. Why do the Lords eat toes
. Blinky has a mouth???????
. Nibbly lmao
. Mariah: “Lauren, you're muted, baby”
Lauren (muted): “FUCK”
. Blinky, my love
. This is so fanfiction coded I love it
. Tinky likes Miss Holloway????? Duke really was right about everyone being in love with her
. I WANNA DANCE WITH SOMEBODY
. Lmao Tinky
. Double calculators, and an abacus????
. Blinky (covering his ears): That's a bad word!
. BLINKY HAS EARS??????
. HER NAME
. BE A PALLY WAL
. OH MY GOD MISS HOLLOWAY
. Ted wins!!!
. THEY'RE GONNA DO DND
. Well.
. Nightmare Time Cover!!!!!!!! Needy Beast, my love
. Oh god that was amazing
#starkid#team starkid#hatchetfield#hatchetverse#a pit stop in hatchetfield#cinderella's castle#cinderellas castle
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Carte Blanche
Celebrating WAMEN over at @goodomensafterdark by bringing you another collab with @searchingforakeythatdoesntexist! Go check out her amazing art for this fic. Thank you to @theonewiththeshippinggoogles for betaing!
Rating E, 2.9k words. Warning for smut and nsfw art
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“Crowley.” An angelic voice and a light tap on the shoulder caused a grin to spread across his face, which he quickly tamped down into something resembling a casual smirk.
“Aziraphale,” he said smoothly, turning around. “Fancy seeing you-”
Crowley nearly choked on his drink as he took in the sight of Aziraphale standing next to him. The same bright blue eyes, upturned nose, and beatific smile as usual greeted him, but everything else was different. Gone was the usual buttoned up suit and solid shoulders, replaced by a gently sloping neck atop an hourglass figure. The fashionably low-scooping neckline of Aziraphale’s cream and baby blue evening gown revealed the top of generous breasts pushed up by the corset design of the dress. A velvet choker drew his attention to very biteable collarbones.
“Crowley?” Aziraphale frowned when he didn’t respond, and then looked down at himself. “Oh, I know, slightly different outfit choice today. I’m trying to blend in with the court ladies, as an acquaintance of the ambassador’s wife. A little easier when I’m not, you know.” He vaguely gestured over his body.
Slightly different outfit choice? Jesus fucking Christ. Crowley had only seen Aziraphale in a female form a handful of times over the years, and definitely never anything like this. Hell, he barely saw past his neck as it was.
He also knew Aziraphale went for anatomical correctness, both to blend in and to fill out his trousers in a way that wouldn’t draw suspicion. Which must mean… He mentally slapped himself to stop from thinking about what kind of glorious effort Aziraphale must currently be sporting.
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#good omens#good omens fanfiction#ineffable husbands#fem!aziraphale#aziracrow#Crowley#aziraphale#fanfiction#writers on tumblr#writers on ao3#writeblr#lilly rants#lilly writes
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literally where can the zelda franchise go after totk. this is it. we've reached it. the pinnacle of video game entertainment. the whole dev team should just pack their stuff and enjoy a long and comfortable retirement. whoever decides their team has to follow-up on that with the next zelda game should answer for their crimes at the hague. what the fuck. I haven't even beat the game yet but what the fuck.
and how are AAA video game devs everywhere not losing their minds. how the hell did nintendo do any of that? and on that console?? you mean to tell me I can stack 15 differently shaped objects on top of each other and they don't vibrate violently into the skybox?? you mean to tell me the physics engine gladly accepts whatever I throw at it and holds it all together without dropping a frame while running on a machine that was outclassed two generations ago??? this is not witchcraft it's a grandiose demonstration of mastery over every aspect of game development that casts an immense shadow over every other AAA studio. fuck. fuck!!!!
everything about this game is crazy to me. the visuals are crazy. the soudtrack is crazy. the complexity of all systems and how they interact is crazy. the sheer amount of non-repeating content, NPCs, quests, dialogue, puzzles, environment variety - all crazy to me. every time I boot up this game I am humbled by the monumental effort and obvious love that went into every facet of the resulting experience. no cut corners anywhere. mirror-perfect chrome polish.
it's so rare we get something like that, in any field. I'd understand if nintendo never made a zelda game ever again because how do you follow that. god I hope everyone who worked on this game got the fattest check and the sloppiest head. I'm so happy I get to live in shigeru miyamoto's world
#totk#shut up mag#jesus fucking christ!!!! what the hell!!!!#I'll admit I was a doubter at times#with how long it took to me and with how little we saw of it#I was afraid I wasn't going to be awed#but I was wrong and I'm so happy I was#now I have to go hunt for game dev podcasts so I can listen to people in the industry#being bewildered and shocked and going ''how did they do it''#i'm not even done with the game at all I've done 3 out of 4 regions#and I have so many pins and markers and things I want to go see#god I'm going to spend 600 hours in this game aren't I
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Oh man….now I know how concept of spark twins works………..
Look at them. I love them
And..uh….well……fuck
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Also. Perceptor is so epic in this comic it’s . A.
#okaY#I’m reading last stand of the wreckers#aND WELL#Now I know what the hell happened with Grimlock#I mean what made him…like this…#and why is Fortress Maximus was going insane in the mtmte#jesus Christ……..#Prowl goddamn#okay okay do you remember how in mtmte Fort Max said that autobots saved him after 3 fucking years?? WELL PLOT TWIST#Wreckers found him by accident. no one…i mean NO ONE was going to rescue him from that hell#what was I talking about ah yes spark twins#spark twins is such a cool concept because the are literally can feel each other’s well.everything! And kinda see through each other’s opti#*optics.#But you know when it’s not cool? When your twin is tortured#okay ummm haha so there is these two brothers..or like..soulmates? I don’t care I love them. But I have a VERY strong feeling#that at least one of them is going to die#………update…………………….#tfp lied to me. Death of a spark twin doesn’t look like what they were showing me…………..#another update#PROWL GODDAMN#ref#I lost my sleep thanks wreckers
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tis that time of year again!
#JESUS FUCKING CHRIST i havent drawn these two in. SUCH a long time. what the hell.#anyways HAPPY PRIDE MONTH YALL 🥳🥳🥳🫶🫶🏳️🌈🏳️🌈🏳️🌈🏳️🌈🏳️⚧️🏳️⚧️🏳️⚧️🏳️⚧️#sadly i cant rlly do anything special w it irl because its. really. unsafe. but many love to everybody else celebrating it!!!!! <333#anyways anyways have these two idiots 👍#coven head#coven heads#vitimir#hettie cutburn#toh#the owl house#hettimir#ITS NOT EXACTLY HETTIMIR but im tagging it as hettimir anyways 😋😋#daughters art
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i still cannot fucking believe the audacity of ludinus da’leth to see that bells hells has some of his old shit from molaesmyr, realize that this means they must have done some digging on what he did to molaesmyr (aka BLOW UP THE ENTIRE CITY TRYING TO USE IT AS A GOD KILLING BATTERY and fucking up so badly that it CORRUPTS THE SAVALIRWOOD FOR CENTURIES AFTERWARD), and then say, with his full chest, “good you’ve done your homework surely you know i’m based as hell and we can stop fighting :^)” like sir WHAT do you mean. they fought a GIANT WORM WOLF. it was MELTED TOGETHER. like a fucking GUMMY WORM. YOU DID THAT! WHAT DO YOU FUCKING MEAN, MY GUY!
#cr#cr3#cr spoilers#I WISH THAT BITCH HAD KEPT TALKING SO BAD#I WANT TO KNOW WHAT THE HELL HE MEANT BY OLIVE BRANCH. THE FUCK.#i’m well aware it wasn’t actually him and that it was probably just a distraction to try and steal the shard and/or ashton#but jesus fucking christ ludinus what the shit is wrong with you#his head is so far up his ass that he’s genuinely like ah yes seeing molaesmyr would totally make these people sympathetic to me#also your general MURDERED THREE OF THEM MY GUY good fucking lord#ludinus da’leth#roll insight
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why is kon so op. kryptonian powerset but also telekinesis powerful enough to dismantle every single gun in los angeles when he hasn't even grown into his full powers yet. he isnt even done cooking yet and he can do that. adult, fully-realized kon is literally going to be the most op guy on the block. motherfucker unlimited. thats a juggernaut and a half. what the fuck
#jazz hands and a jingly tambourine: And He Is Scared Of Himself ✨✨✨✨✨#but also for real like. jesus christ what the hell. kryptonian powers are already insane and then you add the telekinesis??? like??? ok???#id say the man needs a nerf but i think its so fun that hes SO fucking op actually. i do. its fun (for me. not for him)#(he is scared of having so much power <3)#kon#rimi talks
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beefiest sweeney todd in in the universe I guess
#what the fuck are they feeding this guy Jesus Christ#I’m clawing at the door to the barber shop#since we have a show tonight I wanted to make my own post#happy bleeders everyone <3#andy posting#andy biersack#andy black#black veil brides#bloody fucking hell
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i'm so wincestpilled but seriously the last like. 10 minutes of do you believe in miracles has completely melted my brain. what's up with that whole "i lied" thing anyway. it's so deranged on every level.
in 9.13 sam tells dean that given the same circumstances with reversed roles (on the brink of death with the only option being angel possession), he wouldn't try to bring dean back from the dead. aka, he wouldn't strip dean of his free will and autonomy just to keep him alive.
but sam lied. not just about what dean thought he heard—that sam wouldn't do everything in his power to bring dean back. no, sam lied about exactly what he meant.
because when dean's life is actually, tangibly on the line, all those promises he told himself go out the window. he'll look for a spell, sam says. he'll defy destiny yet again to keep dean alive.
he even disregards dean's wishes and will to die. dean is becoming something he doesn't want to be; he wants to die, to stop that from happening. but sam won't let him. "don't worry about the mark," he says, because he doesn't care what dean turns into as long as he's alive. and he doesn't care what dean wants or doesn't want, because he needs dean to live.
and then dean dies, and sam brings him back to the bunker, and he tries to summon crowley to make a deal and bring dean back to life. sam lied—he doesn't value dean's right to choose death any more than dean values sam's.
and for possibly the first time, sam is completely honest about this: to himself, and to dean. he tells dean that he needs him, that he'll go to the ends of the earth for him, that he'll do anything for his brother, just the same as dean would for him. no more lying, no more hypotheticals. the cards are laid out on the table for everyone to see, and sam is fundamentally the same as dean. this much is obvious, to anyone but them; it's not sam's first time doing completely unethical and unhinged things to keep dean alive. but now the facade has been torn off, and they can finally both see each other for what they are (psychotically, irrationally, erotically codependent on each other).
between this and sacrifice, they've both now obtained the stifling, all-encompassing, possessive love they desperately wanted from each other, like the sick fucks they are. how am i supposed to be normal about this? hello?
#supernatural#wincest#how is this real#mirroring season 8 and 9 was so fucked up of the showrunners actually#role reversing ahbl was too#and then on top of all of that. sam gets to be honest about just how completely dependent he is on dean#and this is a GOOD thing because it's what dean wants too. it's toxic as hell and that somehow is a GOOD thing#what is wrong with these brothers. jesus fucking christ#.txt#the winchester gospel#spn posting
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#moonlight#moonlight wc#tree’s roots#squirrelflight’s hope#the sisters#sisters#ghost#I have so many mixed feelings about her#like misandry to the next level what the hell#but she was RLY cool to squilf#but then she told squilf to abandon her son(s) simply for being a boy#which like. dude. cmon#but either way feelings aside her death was not fucking justified bramblestar I’m looking at you what the hell#‘they’re in our territory they have to leave raaaugh’ dude she’s gonna give birth any second now GIVE IT A MINUTE.#Jesus Christ like. love when women are killed simply for the crime of existing in wc
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Leave him alone and give him his happy ending omg o(-<
#sam lake#sami järvi#aleksi kesä#alex casey#alan wake 2#remedy entertainment#yötön yö#nightless night#for the love of god there's a fine line between “he's my bbygurl and I eat him alive as I paint my face with his own blood” and#“nooo give him his happy ending maaan come ooonnn” and I'm in the latter right now aA-#Kesä my sweet summer sunshine my god#he allowed himself to be happy and to love again despite his struggles what the hell#compared to Casey who's the complete opposite & spends his time in the rain being bitter & detached from life heavily coated with depression#Kesä is the sun while Casey is the moon#jesus fucking christ with them both they create an echo in the dark place#what on earth am I thinking stupid
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I hate this shit fucking fandom full stop
#literally why would any of this happen#jesus christ man#full offense but if you have to theorise a main character being slaughtered so your ship can happen#you know for a fact it has a snowball's chance in hell of being written naturally in the narrative#fuck off#asoiaf#anti jonsa#what is this shit
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5sos meme: 1/8 favorite outfits.
That damn green flannel.
#5sos#5sos meme#5sosedit#my edit#calum hood#ch#i wanna say i got carried away but that would be a lie oskaoskaoksoask#i knew exactly what i was doing oaksoaksokas#also i hate the coloring of the podcast gifs but honestly#everything i did was too green or too purple or too blue#i swear i turned him into a smurf at some point#this has like 3 layers of cold filters to try and cancel that amount of orange in that without washing out the color off of him completely#also that fucking hat#jesus christ to work around the shadow that thing creates is HELL#also would it kill them to light a good big white light when recording something every once in a while??????#like help a girl out PLEASE#anyway im doing 2 of these for each boy yeah
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profs will set the due date for the final as april 24 and then STILL NOT HAVE THE FUCKING ASSIGNMENT UP TO SUBMIT THE PAPER BY 11PM ON APRIL TWENTY FUCKING THIRD
#ALEC. BESTIE. PLEASE. I AM BARELY PASSING YOUR CLASS AS IT IS I NEED YOU TO WORK WITH ME HERE#i feel the need to explain the level of bullshit that has been going on with this particular final actually because holy shit.#he first told us about it about 3 weeks ago which. fine. but all he said was 'you will have to pick a topic and write a paper'#like nothing about what the topic should relate to how the paper should be organized word count etc. literally nothing#radio silence for 2 weeks. we all forgot about it. then out of the blue 'btw your papers are due in a week lol!'#so we all scramble to figure out what the hell the assignment actually is#come to find out he never actually posted the assignment brief on canvas as an assignment. the only way we can access it is via a pdf#linked in ANOTHER UNRELATED ASSIGNMENT.#the project brief in question describes several in-class activities we straight up have not done.#no one actually knows if it's really due tomorrow or next week because he keeps pushing shit back and DOESNT ANSWER EMAILS#but the date on the syllabus is the 24th. and there is still nowhere online where we can submit our papers at all.#jesus fucking christ in heaven#personal#he is going to be getting a. shall we say INTERESTING professor review from me. lmao
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JOCHEN RINDT smoking a cigarette at the 1970 AUSTRIAN GRAND PRIX
#holy shit oh my god what the fark oh dear god holy moly jesus christ bloody hell holy fuck#butter my butt and call me a biscuit!#LADIES AND GENTLEMEN........ HOW WE FEELING ABOUT THIS?????#the little hand on hip too!!!!! THE LITTLE HAND ON HIP !!!!!!!!!!!!!!#jochen pls one night i'm begging uuuuu#jochen rindt#classic f1#f1#formula 1#1970s
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