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will: fucking luke really went "therapy won't be enough, i need to kill god" and he wasn't even AROUND for that meme. i mean that's dedication. cecil, sweating, definitely not the one who made the meme (about his brother) in the first place: hahahaha crazy right? lou ellen, knowing goddamn well what cecil was doing on the infirmary computer two years ago: weird, right? almost like it was made for him.

*escapes from jail* street racer! rin taking you in the back seat of his car with your legs thrown over his shoulders until the expensive leather is soaked with the slick of filthy, post-race frenzy sex

RIVER !!!! U CANT KEEP GETTING AWAY WITH THIS :((((((((((((((((((( the way i am sooo dizzy thinkin abt this i hope it throws u back into the street racer thot hours bc thats what u deserve for riling me up !!!!!!! >___<

street racer! rin who's well known not only for his smooth drifting and steel concentration on the roads, but also for his foul mouth and short fuse. his temper isn't something to be toyed with - but sometimes, these newbies just don't know about it (which seems impossible, given his authority among the streets that makes everyone shudder) or are simply dumb, with the way they want to try and rile him up.

street racer! rin, who already has the worst frown etched into his sharp features, doors of his metallic navy chevrolet courvette slamming as he get out of the drivers seat. he's tall n strapping as he approaches the other car, a glitter to his turquoise eyes and perspiration gleaming along the back of his neck. there's a crazed look in his eyes, adrenaline steaming off him in waves as he nearly hauls the other guy out of the vehicle. "that's how you want to fucking play? huh? fuck right off. son of a bitch." he snarls, slams the guy (who, by the way, looks no older than nineteen - but the ravenette doesn't seem to care) against the side of the car and gets ready to swing.

street racer! rin, who does many not necessarily favorable things - but when he wants his dopamine rush, he does it fair. he knows that his way of getting his fill is dangerous enough - and that there's a pair of open, warm arms and lovesick eyes waiting for him back in his roppongi penthouse - or, if he gets lucky, standing by the finish line and looking out for him to reach it first. that's why no matter how good it feels, he makes sure to come back to you in one place. and no fucking dipshit trying to play dirty, purposely getting way too close to grazing the rear of his sportscar and trying to leave it tumbling to the side, will get away for stopping him.

street racer! rin, who lands the first punch that's enough to leave the kid stumbling to the side, blood splattering onto the concrete, but the white noise dies down as soon as he feels sharp nails digging into his bicep - a familiar voice reaching his ears. he whips around, frenzied eyes searching for yours, and it's almost visible, the way his shoulders slump and broad frame relaxes upon the sight of you. "stop it," you breathe, heat still red on your cheeks as you drag him away, instead grabbing his face to pull him down for a messy, needy kiss. he nearly groans against your mouth, hands firmly resting on your ass to pull your frame as close to his as it can physically get. "y'won. made me proud, as always." you whisper, hot against his parted lips - and the cold sweat that crashes down his body is better than anything he's ever felt.

street racer! rin, who has you folded in half in his backseat barely fifteen minutes later. deep grunts bounce off the fogged up windows, air thick with lust and the leather squeaks as your clammy skin drags along it. his pace is relentless, hips rutting up into yours so heavily it makes your head spin and thighs burn from the way he has you spread so nicely - hamstrings pressed flush against his chest, one hand wrapped around your throat and the other pushing your ass higher up, creating an angle that makes you cry. "mhm- just like that. fuck." it's low and guttural, searing on your skin as he presses an open mouthed kiss to your jaw, already bruised with his need and affection. "my good luck charm. knew you'd be there." he snaps his hips against yours, tilts his pelvis so that his cock buries so deep in your cunt, you almost feel him in your guts. you whimper and give him a teary eyed look as well as an urgent nod, at loss of words from the rough treatment he gives. "couldn't pass up on seein' me like that. on being a sleeve f'me. right?" your mouth falls agape in a muffled sob, eyes rolling backwards and back arching as the head of his cock nudges your cervix. unsatisfied with the lack of verbal answer, he grabs at your jaw, fingers digging into the bone, and looks at you - "right?" he repeats, but this time, there's a desperation to his baritone that pulls the trigger and leaves you babbling. yes, rinnie, all - all f'you, baby. wanted t'see you so bad, need you so much.

street racer! rin who is absolutely smitten with you - his prettiest arm candy, the most passionate lover, and future wife that he'd be ready to drop this fucking racing nonsense for, if you ever did as little as ask. rin, who plows you into the seats for hours more, leaves the leather soaked through with your filth - and knows that you're the only thing that gets him higher than all of this.

JIN winning at TMA ft. some shenanigans for @cordiallyfuturedwight and @rkivedfiles  layout cr usergif // vid cr verritaee inspo: (1) (2)

i love how optimistic i am when outlining long fics it's like "oh wow if i just plan this all out and then Follow. The. Plan!! it will totally be SO EASY. i mean i can have it all done so quickly!"

...ignoring the fact that this has never once happened 😂

I watched Disney’s Wish finally. It wasnt as bad as people say but I am a little miffed that despite Asha calling her grandfather Saba and one line in the opening song where she says shalom (she also says hola and salaam in the same line so take it with a grain of salt), there’s no other mention of her being Jewish/speaking Hebrew? Literally anywhere??

Not even the wiki has anything about it??

The most i could find was a thing on TVtropes where it said oh yeah shes “ambiguously Jewish”—where the only things they reference as proof are the two above situations—so not actually Jewish (oh cool, theyre stealing Jewish stuff who could have seen this coming)

I spent the rest of the movie looking for anything that shows she’s Jewish but there’s nothing.

The most the producer says is that Asha has, “Southern European and North African heritage” so there’s potential for her to be Sephardi? Maybe?

Like, you’d think it’d be something worth commenting on, a Disney character who’s Jewish/Jew-coded and not a villain

But noooo, Gd forbid a main character is openly/visibly Jewish

it will never not be funny to imagine a 16 old emotional, awkward and acne covered boy aka apollo as lester calling himself the father of a bunch of kids that are OLDER than him and giving them tearly proud dad smooches

West coast swing Willex AU I will never write (probably)

I’ve had this idea about Willie and Alex meeting at a West Coast Swing competition for a while now but I have no idea how to write the dancing.

Here’s a little bit of back story.

So Willie and Kayla have been partners on the west coast swing circuit for years. Let’s say they’re cousins.

Alex moved to LA a year ago and Carrie discovered him in a dance class she was teaching as part of some community service she had to do for some rich person stupid thing she got arrested for and her daddy couldn’t get her out of.

Carrie quickly adopted Alex as her new dance partner. Her old one left her, maybe after whatever happened when she got in trouble happened.

Alex can hold his own with Carrie and calls her out on her shit. He gives her balance she’s never had and they become the best of friends quickly.

Everyone is in their early 20s.

It‘s Alex’s first competition and Carrie’s first time back in over a year. They make quite the impression on everyone but especially Willie and Kayla. Both of them have known OF Carrie but never really liked her, re:bitch. But this new Carrie with her new handsome, talented partner seems much friendlier.  

Alex and Willie take note of each other all day but Alex is too overwhelmed with the competition in general and Willie still doesn’t know what to think of this new and improved Carrie so he's warry of anyone that would be her partner.

Then they get paired together in the improv round.

I have no idea how I would write the dancing. That’s the part that’s really throwing me. It would be a nonverbal conversation but they’d both say a LOT. I was inspired by this video…

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Giddy Up Cowboys!!! 🐎🤠🪲🪱 He is a worm and his name is William and he can yeehaw with the best of 'em

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Eff this, I should be at Build-a-Bear / Kayla and anyone

Okay but I was coming up for the plot of this and my brain rolled in your other prompt of 'I don't think pancakes are going to fix this. I think I need ice cream too. / Flynn ship of choice, romantic or platonic'

"Come join us at our summer job, Kayla, it will be fun, Kayla!" Kayla mocked as she flopped down on the too-hard mattress of her tiny bed in the Counselor's Cabin. "I just spent half an hour holding back a girl's hair while she puked because she ate two bags of sour gummy worms on a dare."

"Flynn had to break up a fight about who would be allowed to date Harry Styles once they made it big and they did not take it well when Flynn pointed out he was a thirty year old man and they were twelve," Julie said. She was equally flopped on her bed, but in the opposite direction, staring at the ceiling like she was regretting her life choices. "And a fourteen year old just nearly made me cry after I confiscated her vape."

"Fourteen year olds are vicious," Kayla agreed.

Sure, this 'pop star' camp was a pretty sweet gig. The environment was beautiful, they got to do what they loved, and they had copious amounts of free time when they handed the kids off to the boys - Willie and Reggie for more traditional camp stuff like horseback riding and archery, Alex for ballet where Kayla taught modern and hiphop dance, and Luke for songwriting.

Even though half the time Kayla stuck around at dance, Julie joined the songwriting workshops, and Flynn was always down to judge whatever weird games Willie or Reggie came up with for the kids.

And the kids were usually okay. Except for tonight. Maybe it was a full moon or something.

"Reggie just texted me that he and Luke had to put out a fire in one of the boys' cabins," Flynn reported. "And Willie heard something about them wanting to sneak out tonight and try and raid the girl's cabin, so he and Alex are driving into town to get some werewolf masks and gloves to patrol tonight."

"That'll be fun," Kayla said sagely. It would be a disaster, but that was a Willie and Alex problem.

"Why did we think this was a good idea again?" Flynn complained.

"The money," Kayla said.

"Looks good on college applications," Julie pointed out.

"Eff that, I should be at the club," Flynn whined.

"I should be at Build-A-Bear," Kayla sighed. Not as a summer job, mind you. She lasted like three days into her trial period before she accidentally exploded one of the bears by overfilling it and made a small child cry.

"Build-a-bear?" Julie asked, intrigued.

"It's my happy place," Kayla said. "You get to pick out something cute and soft and then see it come to life and dress it up in cute outfits and then you have something to hug." She stopped, realizing how uncool she sounded.

"Aw, now I want to go to Build-a-Bear," Julie whined.

"As soon as we have a day off, we're going, all three of us," Flynn declared. "But until then, let's raid the kitchen."

"Late night pancakes?" Kayla perked up. Julie's chocolate chip pancakes were legendary.

"I don't think pancakes are going to fix this," Flynn said. "I think I need ice cream too."

They were still halfway through a pint of the Good Stuff, hidden away behind some bags of peas in the big freezer, when the shrieks from near the boy's cabin started.

"We're going to need more ice cream," Julie groaned, as she looked out the window and saw lights coming on in all the cabins.

Oh I notice everyone in my non internet life seems really annoyed by the lovely computer I paid $250 for that is in excellent condition and helps with my disability....my brother got mad that I didn't let him pick it out even though he said I should get a MacBook Pro and go way over my budget for processing power I won't even need, and everyone in my house is just kind of side-eyeing me for whatever reason...so I gave my inlaws more indiscriminate money because I just want them to respect me as much as I respect them. I hate the subtle passive conflict that palpably increases my heart rate. I do so well with shiny happy people

Looking back on my childhood...some things become much funnier and also much sadder in hindsight.

writing a handful of paragraphs and then rushing to discord to show your friends is the equivalent of a toddler drawing a picture and immediately running over saying "mommy mommy look can this go on the fridge?"