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about to finish it so like for a starter using a quote from the fall of the house of usher.
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~ @forgaeven || Liked for a random generator starter || From Fred ~
"BEHOLD, the field in which I grow my fucks! Lay thine eyes upon it, and thou shalt see that it is barren!"
#forgaeven#;fred & ginny { forgaeven }#this just felt like a very fred quote lmaooo#;fred starter#;to be added to tracker#also this can be his survival verse if you want! I'm easy
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regina tag dump ! ( aka uh oh gamers )
🪓 regina // ic / i'll get my revenge on the world ; or a least forty-nine percent of the people in it
🪓 regina // musings / winning the fight is worth the chance of losing it
🪓 regina // likes / aesthetic / you're so easy to read but the book is boring me
🪓 regina // about / if you're going to die then die. if you're going to live then fight
🪓 regina // starter call / i only sleep with people i love. that's why i have insomnia
🪓 regina // music / intelligent girls are more depressed because they know the world
🪓 regina // visage / why can i never go back to bed ? whose is the voice ringing in my head ?
#🪓 regina // ic / i'll get my revenge on the world ; or a least forty-nine percent of the people in it#🪓 regina // musings / winning the fight is worth the chance of losing it#🪓 regina // likes / aesthetic / you're so easy to read but the book is boring me#🪓 regina // about / if you're going to die then die. if you're going to live then fight#🪓 regina // starter call / i only sleep with people i love. that's why i have insomnia#🪓 regina // music / intelligent girls are more depressed because they know the world#🪓 regina // visage / why can i never go back to bed ? whose is the voice ringing in my head ?#all em/ilie au/tumn quotes/lyrics bc shes reginas vc and biggest inspiration writing-wise#ask to tag#the icon is her holding a bloody knife so
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HURT / COMFORT : STARTERS
a collection of quotes, phrases, and sayings for when your muse needs a little TLC. change & alter as needed.
THE HURT:
“Nah, it’s not that bad. I’ve had worse.”
“I don’t think I can walk that far... or at all.”
“I’m fine. I don’t need your help.”
“Will you stay with me? Just until I fall asleep?”
“I’m sorry, I’m just—I’m just really tired.”
“I don’t need a break. I’m okay.”
“It was my fault. It was all my fault.”
“I think I need help.”
“So, I don’t think I’m dying, or anything, and it’s probably not that serious, but... I’m kinda bleeding. A lot.”
“Is the room spinning right now, or is that just me?”
“No, I’m okay, I just... I hit my head. Really hard. I’ll be okay, just give me a second.”
“I’m not sick! I’m fine!”
“No, I don’t think any of my bones are broken, or anything like that. Just bad bruises.”
“Yeah, but you should see the other guy.”
“I’m fine. This just happens sometimes. It’s normal for me.”
“I’ve got a headache.”
“Seriously, though, I’m fine! Stop making such a big deal out of it!”
“I’ve been taking care of myself for a long time. I don’t need your help, and I definitely don’t need your pity. Fuck off.”
“Please tell me I don’t look as bad as I feel.”
“I think I’m running a fever.”
“So, what’s the prognosis, Doc? Am I gonna live?”
“Stop fussing over me! I’m not a baby!”
“Can I stay with you tonight? I just... really don’t want to be alone right now.”
“No, I-I’m okay. It was just a nightmare. Go back to sleep.”
“I... can’t actually remember the last time I had something to eat.”
“You shouldn’t be here. You’ll get sick, too.”
THE COMFORT:
“Honey, have you been crying? What is it? What’s wrong?”
“I think you’d better take a break.”
“It’s not your fault, sweetheart. You did everything you could.”
“You don’t have to go through this alone. I’m right here for you if you’ll just let me in.”
“There’s nothing wrong with you. There is absolutely nothing wrong with you. Don’t ever let yourself believe that there is.”
“You really don’t realize just how many people love you, do you?”
“If you’re not going to take care of yourself, at least let me do it for you!”
“I’m sorry. I know it hurts.”
“You’re not alone, baby. You never have been.”
“Let’s get you some food.”
“You’re dead on your feet, poor thing. Come on, you need some sleep.”
“Stay where you are. I’m coming to get you.”
“Tell me where it hurts.”
“How many times have I told you to be more careful?!”
“It’s okay. It’s okay. I’m right here, okay? I’m not gonna leave you. I’m never gonna leave you.”
“Oh, honey, you’re safe now. I promise. I’m not going to let anything happen to you.”
“Go ahead and take a shower. I’ll fix you something to eat.”
“What happened to you, baby?”
“I’ll kill that bastard. I’ll kill him for what he did to you.”
“You look like shit, man.”
“Whoa, whoa, take it easy! You got pretty banged up back there, and you don’t want to go making yourself worse.”
“I’m not trying to baby you. It’s called taking care of my friends.”
“Sweetheart, you’re burning up! Why didn’t you say anything? Why didn’t you tell anyone you were sick?”
#rp meme#roleplay meme#rp starters#roleplay starters#dialogue prompts#rp memes#roleplay memes#rp prompts#sentence prompts#sentence memes#sentence starters
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taggies ♡
#♡ ― pinned. / even though the stars are blind.#♡― thread. / they know my name they think they know everything.#♡ ― starter. / the city’s restless they’re all around me.#♡ ― ooc. / what a girl wants.#♡ ― playlist. / you drive me crazy.#♡ ― quotes. / my heart is jumpin it’s easy to see.#♡ ― visuals. / cause we are living in a material world.#♡ ― musings. / love you ghoulettes.
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how about 💰with famous!eddie? he could be a rockstar or maybe he’s made it big in the hockey world! whatever creative licenses you want to take is perfect!
maybe something with them having been apart for a little while and just wanting to spoil his girl now that he’s back? fancy dinner and nice music, some good old romance and fluff. <3
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thank you for requesting!🫶🏽
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“Eddie, this is too much.”
“Nonsense.”
“There aren’t even prices on the menu,” you murmured in a hushed voice as you leaned over the table, staring at him with wide eyes. The restaurant was dimly lit and intimate, and far fancier than you could ever imagine choosing—let alone affording. “The food is all written in French!”
“Calme-toi, mon amour,” Eddie grinned back at you, the French passing past his lips with ease. But you guessed after a world tour or two, it would make sense that he would pick up a few phrases in other languages here and there. “Just enjoy it.”
“Ordering a pizza would have been fine too,” you said to him, something in your stomach twisting at the idea that maybe he expected you to want this.
“But then I wouldn’t get to see you in that killer dress, baby,” Eddie retorted. “And that would have been a tragedy.”
Eddie Munson, a joker at heart even if his name was blasted over billboards and stadiums across the world.
Eddie Munson, your dinner date even when he had half the world throwing themselves at his feet of the most renowned rockstar in the music industry today.
He had just finished the North American stint of his tour and he had a gap between he headed down to South America and then Europe. And as much as he begged and pleaded, you couldn’t join him around the country which led to a very needy boy who was desperate to spend every possible moment with you.
But the boy never did anything half-assed. He was never one to flaunt his money or throw it around, but when it came to you? The boy pulled all the stops. He dolled you up a new outfit he bought earlier that day, treated you with more gifts than you could count before dragging you to the fancy restaurant uptown that you couldn’t even afford to step foot in, let alone dine.
But this was Eddie Munson and he wanted to give you the world.
“I would’ve worn it for you at home,” you told him, the words light-hearted but the truth still lacing your voice. “All you had to do was ask.”
His eyes darkened. “That is all I have to do?”
“If you asked nicely, I might’ve even let you pick what I wore underneath,” you teased as you reached for the glass of wine, taking a sip as your gaze caught his over the rim.
“Don’t do this, baby,” Eddie groaned, though there was a smile on his face. “You’re gonna make me ask for the bill before the starters come out.”
You grinned. “Maybe that was a part of my plan.”
He raised his brows. “You have a plan?”
“A girl’s guide to seducing a rockstar,” you told with him a nod of your head. “So far, it’s been working out quite well. I might make the thing my autobiography.”
Eddie’s face broke out into a massive grin and it made your chest feel funny. “If you want a quote, I can happily tell you how effective methods have been.”
“I’ll be sure to mention it in a chapter if I have the space,” you retorted.
Eddie couldn’t help himself as he reached over the table, taking one of your hands in his as he placed a chaste kiss on the back of your palm. “Have I ever told you how lucky I am to have you?”
Your cheeks burned. “Eddie—”
“No, I mean it, baby,” he said, the sincerity of his emotions evident in his eyes. “All of it wouldn’t be worth it without you. The fame and the touring and the music—you keep me grounded. You make it easy.”
Your chest tightened as you squeezed his hand. “I wanna keep being that for you.”
“Oh I’m not letting you go anytime soon,” Eddie said with a laugh, placing another kiss on your knuckles. “You’re my inspiration. Which artist gets rid of their muse?”
“An artist that takes their muse to a restaurant where the bread rolls cost more than her rent,” you retorted playfully.
“Yeah, it’s a bit much,” Eddie laughed before giving you a look, a hint of mischief sparkling in his eyes. “What do you say I pay the bill and we ditch this place? Get some pizza on the way back to eat so I can enjoy that dress of yours when we get home.”
“I’d say you’re gonna have to carry me because these heels are killing my feet.”
Eddie grinned. “Anything for my muse.”
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#cece's slumblurb party#eddie munson#stranger things#eddie munson x reader#eddie munson x you#eddie munson x y/n#eddie munson fic#eddie munson one shot#stranger things x reader#stranger things x you#stranger things x y/n#stranger things fic#stranger things one shot
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·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳ 𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐑’𝐒 𝐏𝐄𝐓
𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐅𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐨𝐟 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐇𝐎𝐄𝐃𝐎𝐖𝐍
𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 ✯ Professor!Sam Winchester x Fem!Reader
𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 ✯ 3268
𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭 ✯ taboo au + dark academia + “I can see how badly you want this, so I'm going to make sure you get it.”
𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 ✯ I’ve loved this man literally since I was thirteen…so it’s inevitable that I’d be writing something absolutely fucking filthy for him in my twenties…
𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 ✯ smut (minors, do not interact), gaps in age and power, mutual masturbation, little bit of panty sniffing, a singular use of Y/N (I'm sorry, I hate it too but it was necessary), usage of pet names (sweetheart), general manipulation, slight praise kink, obvious disclaimer: the dynamic in this fic is just that, fictional, and should not be practiced in real life!! let me know if any other warnings are needed!!
(mdni banner template credit goes to @cafekitsune!!)
You’d rarely had luck receiving any sort of grace from your professors. Sure, there were a select few that only wanted to see you succeed. However, more often than not you seemed to encounter sadists who decided to take their kinks out on exhausted college students. But you were convinced that Professor Winchester wouldn’t be like that.
For starters, he’d always been challenging but never malicious. Despite the fact that you’d registered for his Norse Mythology course with the assumption that it would be easy college credits, you quickly learned that his assignments were difficult. Every week there seemed to be about a hundred pages worth of reading, frequent essays, and an emphasis on class discussion.
Oh, did he love those class discussions. While most were less than enthusiastic to contribute to lengthy examinations of Eddic poetry at eight in the morning, Professor Winchester seemed to be none the wiser of this.
He was always squinting over his thin wire framed glasses, surveying the class. He’d stand at his desk, brushing his long hair behind his ear while looking over papers. When he’d listen he’d purse his lips and tilt his head, expression rife with genuine interest. In all of these moments, he was the most gorgeous. But more than that, you were fascinated with his mind.
Professor Winchester knew this material like the back of his hand; was able to pull references and quotes from various pieces of literature at the drop of a hat. He was the only professor who could ever give notes that were actually helpful on essays and he’d always been generous with handing out extra credit assignments. Which is what you aimed to obtain on this visit to his office.
You looked through the glass of his office door and saw him inside, working diligently at a dark oak wood desk. Taking a deep breath, you turned the doorknob and entered.
The hinges squeezed but Winchester seemed so fixated on whatever was before him that he only raised a finger, indicating for you to wait. So you did. Awkwardly. You rocked slightly on your heels, your stomach starting to twist in time with the movement. God, he looked like a dream lit by the stained glass banker's lamp as he graded papers.
In another world you could see him coming home from a long day, his body warm behind you as he wrapped his arms around your waist. Smelling like black coffee and pencil shavings, you'd adoringly close your eyes, taking in his scent and ask him how his day went. He'd hum in contentment when resting his chin on your head; you're his rock, his soulmate, the reason he stays sane despite dealing with probably hundreds of students and the frustrating dance of academic bureaucracy.
It's a fantasy that broke the second Winchester glanced up and said with a hint of surprise, "Miss L/N! Come in, have a seat," he nodded towards the chair on the other side of his desk.
Relieved that he can pick you out among the sea of students from his classroom, you move forward until you reach the chair. You set your bag down on the floor and settle into the worn leather of the seat as Winchester eyes you expectantly.
"What can I do for you this afternoon?"
You chew on the inside of your cheek. "Actually, I was hoping that you could help me out with something."
"Oh, what might that be?" he furrowed his brow.
"Um..." you started. "I'm sure you noticed that I didn't do too hot on the last exam."
"Ah, I did," he said simply.
"You did?"
"Yeah, I was surprised, actually." Winchester opened up one of his desk drawers and sorted through some files before pulling out a packet you recognized as the exam you'd taken the week before. "You seem so engaged in class discussion and you've been doing well on everything else. This...this felt rushed. What happened?"
The soft expression of concern on his face only increased your shame. In all honesty, you'd wasted half the exam time away staring at him. He'd worn a red sweater over a cream colored button up that day. Then he'd rolled up the sleeves before handing out the exam papers. It felt stupid to admit that you'd been distracted by his goddamn forearms.
But you had been. You couldn't resist watching him as he'd circled the room, keeping an eye out for cheating. With his arms folded behind his back, you got the best look at the back of him. His long legs clad in khaki. Strong, tanned forearms corded with prominent veins. Shoulder blades pushed back confidently as he walked. Everything about his solid stature had your mind far, far away.
You'd been good at making sure your daydreams wouldn't get the better of you. But this time, before you knew it, Winchester was glancing down at his watch and announcing that you had fifteen minutes left for exam time. You had no choice but to rush through the rest of it, writing down answers that hardly even made sense just to fill in blanks.
Now those answers laid before you, condemning you to a low D– that dragged down your entire grade.
"I honestly couldn't tell you, Professor. I thought I studied enough but I guess not."
Though you'd attempted to laugh off his concern, Winchester obviously wasn't budging. "But these are rookie mistakes. Number fifteen for example. Where do the gods live?"
"Easy. Asgard."
"Right, but here you marked down the answer for Valhalla," he slid the paper around so you could look at the question.
Sure enough, there it was, your frantic pencil marks filling in the bubble for the incorrect answer. Damn.
"And that's just on the multiple choice questions," Winchester continued, flipping through the pages. "You barely followed any of the directions for the long answer questions. Your response to the short essay portion was a paragraph too short. And it was too unfocused."
Unfocused is right, Professor Winchester.
"I hate to say it...but I was a little disappointed."
The sting of tears threatened to spill down your cheeks. So you cleared your throat and blinked them back quickly. Voice trembling, you answered quickly, "I'm sorry, Professor. I wasn't on my game and I thought I'd pay you a visit so I could plead my case. I'm willing to do any kind of extra credit assignment. I don't care how much work it is. I'll do anything to fix my grade because I really want to do well in your class and–"
Winchester raised a hand, urging you to stop. Then he spoke, "Listen, I can see how badly you want this. So I'm going to make sure you get it. Just...let me think."
With that, Winchester rose from his seat and began to gather the papers that littered the surface of his desk. He stacked them neatly before opening a different drawer and laying them inside. After he closed the drawer, he made his way around the desk. You tried not to look at him as he made his way around the room, especially not when you felt his hand brush against the back of your chair. But you couldn't not notice when he drew the shade on his door's window and closed the blinds to his window, leaving the room dim save for the yellow light of his desk lamp.
Once he'd made his round, he returned to his chair and rolled back, leaving a massive gap between himself and the edge of his desk.
Then he did something else you didn't expect.
He patted the wood and said, "Come. Sit on my desk. Let me look at you."
You almost wavered on the direction when he cleared his throat expectantly. That brought you to your feet and compelled you to settle waveringly before him.
With his lips in a tight line, Winchester studied you. He tilted his head every few seconds, letting his eye flicker from your uncertain expression to your body. You sat up a little straighter in an attempt to satisfy his observation of you.
You weren't quite sure what he was doing, but it made you nervous; made you vulnerable in a way you weren't used to.
"I may have one extra credit opportunity that I can offer. Special. Just for you."
"Yeah? What do you want me to do?"
"Well, you can start by spreading your legs."
Your eyes went wide. "Professor Winchester, you're not–"
He cut you off quickly, "First, after office hours, you may call me Sam. Second, I'm not going to touch you. I'm simply asking you to give me a– a presentation," he decided.
"What kind of presentation?" you asked.
Your feigned innocence made the man chuckle softly. "The kind of presentation I'm sure you give in your dormitory bedroom every night."
There wasn't an ounce of jesting on his face, but still you played dumb. "I have no idea what you're referring to, Sam." His name felt foreign yet familiar on your tongue. Probably because you'd whispered it many times before in the exact scenario he'd described.
"I'd hoped you'd tell me the truth about why you were so distracted during your exam. But since you haven't been forthcoming, I guess I have to spell it out for you, haven't I?"
You swallowed hard and blinked nervously.
"You thought I wouldn't notice, did you?" he chuckles again. "It's hard not to notice when one of your students, especially one so beautiful, is practically drooling all over their table."
The scraps of flattery were evidently working on you as Sam smiled when you fiddled with your fingers in your lap as your skin got all warm and tingly. So he kept going.
"Besides, you're too intelligent to do this terribly on something you should've aced. Maybe you wanted to fail it. You wanted to get my attention, didn't you?"
"Oh, no, I wasn't trying to waste your time, I was just–"
"You weren't wasting my time. Wasting your time is continuing this pointless back and forth when you could instead be proving yourself."
"Proving myself?"
"Yes. Spread those legs...and earn your grade," he ordered.
Breathing in and out slowly, you did what you were asked. The knots in your stomach told you this was wrong. But the smile of approval that slowly grew on Sam's lips said that this was exactly what you both needed.
You'd never been more embarrassed to be wearing a skirt. One the fabric pooled around your hips, it only framed the damp patch on your underwear. Perhaps part of you had wanted something like this to happen. Because your pussy was already pulsing after simply being observed behind the cotton curtain that soaked up her anticipation.
"Very good," Sam breathed out.
"What do I do now?" you asked.
"Just...play with her. Show me what you like to do to make her happy."
You nodded, then pursed your lips as you thought. If you were going to present to him...you might as well go all out. So you shifted each of your thighs around, pulling down your underwear until your bare ass was planted on the desk and the garment was caught on one of your ankles. You lifted your left and held it out gently, the panty hanging in the air a little below Sam's face.
"Take them," you said. "Visual aid."
He smirked lazily at the offering before pulling them over your shoe, being careful not to actually touch you. Sam balled them up before bringing them to his nose and slowly breathing in the scent. You could tell he enjoyed it thoroughly as he let out a deep sigh from within his chest.
"With how wet these are...it's good to know you were prepared even for a surprise presentation. I knew there was a reason you're my favorite."
His words went straight to your cunt as a few drops of slick leaked from your hole and landed on the dark wood beneath you.
"Go on," Sam urged, gaze flickering to the drops of you on his desk. "She's waiting. And so am I."
You began to treat yourself with the same level of care as you did when you were alone. One of your hands reached up your shirt and you cupped one of your tits. You kneaded the flesh for a few seconds before focusing on the nipple, pinching it until it pebbled and poked through your shirt. The action made your breathing turn ragged.
You finally let your other hand travel south, bringing warmth to the soft skin of your thighs. Wanting better access to yourself, you pulled your leg up, resting a foot on the desk itself. Then you reclined back and let your fingers roam where they wanted.
Using two fingers, you spread your outer lips, only exposing yourself to Sam’s scrutiny even further. The cool air hitting your most vulnerable part, you shivered as goosebumps erupted across your skin. You looked up at him, gauging his approval of your performance.
“You’re doing so well already, keep going,” he encouraged, hardly concealing the arousal that clung thickly to his tone.
You took the praise with pride. It emboldened you enough to slip your two fingers between your folds to gather up some of the slick. You couldn’t help but feel mortified as you involuntarily gasped when your digits brushed slightly against your clit.
Sam let a quick puff of air out his nose. “Sensitive?”
“Mhmmm,” you whined.
“Bet you can’t even touch that pretty clit directly without crying, huh?”
You nodded.
“Then be gentle. I want you to last for me.”
You took that to mean that he didn’t want you touching yourself there yet. So instead you switched to focusing on your entrance. It wasn’t often that you went straight for penetration. Rarely did it bring the kind of relief you craved.
But you had the feeling that Sam would want to see it; to see your fingers filling yourself up and stretching you out.
With your fingers practically pruning already, you pushed one in ever so slowly. It took a second to adjust to the slight pressure, but still you began to carefully pump. The slick squelch only intensified when you slipped another one in and sped up your movements.
Though the pressure increased and built up tension in your belly, you could already tell it wasn’t going to go anywhere. You bucked your hips pathetically against your own hand, trying to get deep enough to hit your g-spot. But no matter how far you tried to probe, it was useless. Your fingers simply weren’t long enough.
Your eyes went wind, catching sight of something that most likely could reach that spot inside you. While you’d been fucking yourself, your professor had undone the button and the zipper on his pants and slipped himself out. There he sat, your panties in his hand and wrapped around the thick length of his cock. The angry red tip poked up and out of the fabric with each slow thrust. And you could already tell based on how long his strokes were that you’d most likely be able to feel him poking against your belly from inside you. The idea made you moan and throw your head back.
Sam swiftly reprimanded you, “Ah, remember your eye contact. I want you to look at me.”
Shame spread over your body. What the fuck was going on? Were you really fingering yourself on his desk right next to papers that he was surely going to return to students? Was Sam really fisting his own cock with your underwear? And were you actually enjoying this?
“Sweetheart,” Sam’s self control faltered slightly with the name. But it grabbed your attention nonetheless. “I need you to look at me. Let me look into your eyes when you make yourself come on my desk, alright?”
This was about more than fixing your grade. This was about pleasing him…by pleasing yourself. And as you returned his look, you were all in.
Under his watchful, half lidded, hazel eye you allowed yourself to focus on your aching clit which laid in wait like a pearl beneath the hood of skin covering it. Carefully, you pulled that hood back before lightly spreading some of your slick with a finger. You let the skin settle back in place over the sensitive nub before going straight to work.
You began to rub slow circles on the hood and finally properly moaned. It took only a few seconds for the muscle memory of your nightly ritual to kick in as the pleasure started to mount. Finally, all of that pressure in your core had some actual weight to it; a weight that was already beginning to roll in shallow waves over your whole being.
"There you go, sweetheart. Let me hear you loud and clear. Don't wanna miss a single sound from you," Sam groaned and you caught how the grip he had on himself tightened, how his pace quickened.
While rolling your hips against your hand, you pulled up a side of your shirt, exposing even more of yourself to him. Now he could easily see one of your tits rise and fall with your staggered breaths. He could see how the ball of fat dimpled under your fingertips as you squeezed and pulled at your hardened nipple.
Both sources of simulation had you whimpering breathlessly, "Sam, I-I'm so close– Let me come, please?"
Sam glared and asked through gritted teeth, "That's not my name. What do you call me in class?"
"Professor?"
Sam nodded darkly.
You took the cue quickly and begged helplessly, "Please, professor, please let me come–" you were cut off by the sound of your pleasure starting to push you over the edge.
Sam left you teetering, staring right over the border of this boundary. That boundary being an ethical nightmare that you had no clue how you'd navigate. But you wanted to be good for him; you craved his approval.
And thankfully, Sam gave it as he groaned, "There you go, good girl. You can come, you've got permission."
With that, you arched off the desk and burst with glorious clarity. A thin stream of your arousal drooled from your entrance as you rubbed yourself through the enormous implosions and the small aftershocks that followed. Your head was heavy with the fog of pleasure and you wanted to hang it back, give it a break.
But still, you were determined to keep your eyes on him, even as you pulled your fingers away from your trembling cunt and stuck them in your mouth. Your tongue swirled around the wrinkled digits, soaking up every bit of yourself that you could.
Any sort of professionalism Sam had been trying to maintain up until that point shattered completely when he rolled his chair forwards. Closer to you now, you looked down into his soft eyes and watched how his normally objective stare went personal; emotional. He looked at you with the kind of admiration that made your heart flutter with pride.
He took his hand, placed it on your knee, and spread your legs further. His touch was so light, so soft that you could help feeling electricity dance along your spine.
"I thought you said you wouldn't touch me?" you whispered, only a hint of a smug smile tugging at your lips.
Choosing his words as carefully as ever, he explained, "That was before I decided that you needed some of my...guidance."
#˚ʚ meda writes ɞ˚#hauntedhoedown#haunted hoedown#supernatural#sam winchester#sam winchester x reader#sam winchester x you#sam winchester x y/n#sam winchester smut#sam winchester fanfiction#sam winchester fic
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𝜗𝜚 — why children can't consent .
𝜗𝜚 — a common theme I see , especially in radqueer and xenosatanism spaces is the debate on which if children can or cannot consent .
𝜗𝜚 — the simple answer is : no . children cannot consent .
𝜗𝜚 — now , you may be asking yourself , " why can't they consent ? they can obviously agree or disagree to things . " and that you'd be correct ! children have the mental capacity to agree and disagree with things , however , for starters , children do not have the mental capacity to fully understand the consequences of their actions and they do not have the full mental capacity to truly agree or disagree to something so big as sexual activity , and second , consent is so much more than just a yes or no .
𝜗𝜚 — " Based on age and development, children – even adolescents – cannot fully appreciate the nature and consequences of serious decisions, which is why many areas of law (general medical care, contracts, military service) do not ordinarily allow children to consent. " <- direct quote from harvard university .
𝜗𝜚 — " The law recognizes that children are developmentally not able to make decisions about some things, including when to engage in sexual behaviors. " <- direct quote from stopitnow.org
𝜗𝜚 — further more , for children , it's harder for them to distinguish the difference between consent and cooperation .
𝜗𝜚 — " Additionally, it is easy to confuse cooperation with consent. Cortney Fisher, a criminology and criminal justice professor at the University of Maryland, explains in her book: “Sexual activity that is prohibited by age or relationship is prohibited regardless of the force used against the child or the cooperation of the adolescent or child. Because of the nature of the crime, there is no legal scenario in which a child can “consent” to the activities. However, due to the nature of sexual abuse and sexual assault, some children may appear cooperative. Cooperation, or the appearance of cooperation, may never equal legal consent.” " <- direct quote from the innocent lives foundation .
𝜗𝜚 — " but children can consent ! they can consent to be given hugs and kisses and they can make choices ! " there's a difference between something small like giving your mother consent to hug you , and having sex . it's stupid to compare small things , like normal affection , to something as serious as sex . Yes , children can consent to more minor decisions , but sex is not a minor decision . there's a reason everyone makes such a big deal about " losing your virginity " , it's because sex is such a giant thing in both maturity and social settings .
𝜗𝜚 — tl dr : kids brains are too undevelped to fully understand the consequences of their actions , and therefore , cannot consent .
#— information posts . 𝜗𝜚#— debate posts . 𝜗𝜚#anti radpara#anti transid#anti trace#anti prat#anti rq#anti radqueer#anti radshit#anti 🍓🌈#ex radqueer#recovering radqueer#radqueer#xenosatanism#anti xenosatanist
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✎ ( 911 PILOT EPISODE STARTERS. )
a roleplay meme of quotes from the pilot episode of the first responder drama 911. WILL CONTAIN POTENTIALLY TRIGGERING QUOTES. do not steal or repost. FOR REBLOGGING ONLY.
❛ don’t worry. he’s gonna be alright. ❜
❛ you said if i got to you in five minutes, you would be all mine. ❜
❛ someone punch you in the face? ❜
❛ let’s not ruin everything by actually getting to know each other. ❜
❛ we’re living in a golden age. ❜
❛ this woman is so far outta my league , but she’s just once-in-a-lifetime. ❜
❛ when was the last time you ran into , or jumped into anything? ❜
❛ i’m telling you , the uniform is a major aphrodisiac. ❜
❛ wash your hands! we don’t know where they’ve been. ❜
❛ this is not a family. it’s not a clubhouse. ❜
❛ see the fire. put out the fire. the rest is blah blah. ❜
❛ the system , and the rules are not arbitrary. ❜
❛ you know you’re not helping him by going easy on him. ❜
❛ he just needs a little direction. ❜
❛ i’ll remind you that after he gets you killed. ❜
❛ i’ll race you! ❜
❛ race yourself rambo. ❜
❛ who’s rambo? ❜
❛ okay first of all , that’s awful. ❜
❛ stand back. i got this! ❜
❛ try to find some common sense while you’re down there. ❜
❛ don’t we need a warrant or something? ❜
❛ do i look like i’m asking you to make an arrest? ❜
❛ let’s do this. ❜
❛ it’s not working! ❜
❛ nobody held the elevator? ❜
❛ come on , i’m twice as fast! ❜
❛ you’re gonna be okay. you’re gonna be great. ❜
❛ hospital eta five minutes! ❜
❛ there’s nothing more we can do. ❜
❛ we did our jobs very well today. ❜
❛ you do not get to choose who lives and who dies. ❜
❛ you’re gonna get someone killed. ❜
❛ i promise you , the next time you screw up. it’ll be your last. ❜
❛ get in the truck. ❜
❛ dude , as far as i’m concerned , the world began the day i was born. ❜
❛ oh my god! I’m gonna start calling you snake-ipedia! ❜
❛ why don’t i just punch it in the face? ❜
❛ it’s not some guy at an el torito happy hour! ❜
❛ we don’t have time for this! ❜
❛ why is that always the first option for you white-boy , macho tough guys? ❜
❛ guys i’m totally gonna take credit for this. it’s gonna get me laid for a week. thank you. ❜
❛ i’m gonna skip the part where the two idiots flirt. ❜
❛ um , did you follow me here? ❜
❛ all that stuff weighs you down. it slows you down. ❜
❛ if we lose a couple seconds , people die. ❜
❛ don’t do this to me. ❜
❛ for what it’s worth , everyone thinks it sucks. ❜
❛ you got some skills. just not a lot of discipline. ❜
❛ you’ve got to be kidding me. ❜
❛ i need a favor. ❜
❛ i’ll have something for you in less than five. ❜
❛ all right. no heroics. don’t go chasin waterfalls. ❜
❛ i don’t know what that means. ❜
❛ you can’t go in there right now. ❜
❛ i know what this looks like. ❜
❛ you’re giving me another chance? ❜
❛ you were right to fire me. ❜
❛ so are we talking again? ❜
❛ i think i’m not fired. ❜
❛ your shifts not over yet. ❜
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cod incorrect quotes #9
This one has a few more quotes since I haven't posted in a couple days. I've been enjoying this whole thing tremendously. Thank you for all the likes and reblogs! Love y'all ♡
the usual jazz, mainly Y/N/Reader stuff, platonic and romantic. Plus a sprinkle of Soapghost ♡♡♡
first speaking appearance for Graves! who'd have thunk? about time. In my defense, I had to do a lot of scrolling to get to him, okay?
- Lila
・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.✭・♛
♛
（ ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)つ━━✫・*。
⊂ ノ ・゜+.
しーーＪ °。+ *´¨)
・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.✭・♛
Soap, tending to Y/N's wounds: How would you rate your pain?
Y/N: Zero stars. Would NOT recommend.
Ghost: In light of what you did for me, you can hug me for four to five seconds.
Y/N: FORTY-FIVE SECONDS?!?
Ghost: No! Four to five seconds!
Soap: Too late!!!
Y/N: If you were to vacuum up jello through a metal tube, well I think that’d be a neat noise.
Ghost: I beg to differ.
Y/N: Then Beg.
(imagining the silence that would follow this brings me great joy)
Gaz: Are you an ‘arr’ pirate, or a ‘yo ho ho’ pirate?
Y/N: I’m a ‘I’m not paying $600 for photoshop’ pirate.
Ghost: Soap and I have the kind of easy chemistry where we finish each other's-
Soap: Sentences.
Ghost: Don't interrupt me.
Graves: I was arrested for being too cool.
Y/N: The charges were dropped due to a lack of supporting evidence.
(a wild Graves appears!)
Y/N: I learned some very valuable lessons from this.
Gaz: I’m guessing they are all horrible distortions on the lessons you actually should’ve taken away.
Y/N: Death isn’t real, and I’m basically God.
Y/N: I've already sent good vibes your way… they’re coming. There’s nothing you can do to stop them.
Soap: This is the most threatening way I’ve ever been cheered up.
Y/N: Walking into a room Sorry I’m late… I was… doing things.
Sounds of running footsteps progressively getting louder
Graves: Out of breath THEY PUSHED ME DOWN THE FUCKIN’ STAIRS.
Y/N: I prevented a murder today.
Ghost, raising an eyebrow: Really? How’d you do that?
Y/N: self-control.
Ghost & Soap: Please, we're begging you to go to a doctor.
Y/N: I'm sorry is this OUR stab wound? Stay out of it.
Y/N: You're the love of my life and my best friend, I would do anything for you.
Gaz: I want you to eat three meals a day and have a decent sleep schedule.
Y/N: Absolutely not.
Y/N: I made tea.
Ghost: I don’t want tea. (bold-faced lie)
Y/N: I did not make tea for you. This is my tea.
Ghost: Then why are you telling me?
Y/N: It is a conversation starter.
Ghost: That’s a lousy conversation starter.
Y/N: Oh, is it? We are conversing. Checkmate.
Soap: I turned out perfectly fine!
Price: Soap, this morning you thought a ghost made your toast.
Soap: I DIDN’T PUT THE BREAD IN! YOU DIDN’T PUT THE BREAD IN!!!
Y/N, leaning over to whisper to Gaz: should we tell him it was actually Ghost?
Gaz: nah
Rudy: So he thinks a ghost made it, when it was actually our Ghost?
Y/N: beautifully ironic, isn't it?
König: I’m going to take you out
Y/N: great, it’s a date!
König: I meant that as a threat.
Y/N: See you at five!
(god, I need to be taken out as well.)
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∧＿∧
（｡･ω･｡)つ━☆・*。
⊂ ノ ・゜+.
しーＪ °。+ *´¨) “Hie thee home, little wanderer.”
・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.✭・♛
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Whispered Promises
Summary: You don’t date Navy pilots. But you might make an exception when one wants to take you for a ride.
Squares: Quote J TMAS @supernatural-jackles
Words: 2311
Warnings: Smut. 18 +. Fingering, protected sex (wrap it up, now more than ever!), Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin.
Credits: @princessmisery666 for the beta and sorting my thoughts into something resembling a flowing story.
A/N: Look, who wouldn’t want this adorable, cocky bastard to rail them on a bar? Yes, there will be more on its way but currently I have one other one-shot and two series in progress - JUST FOR THE TOP GUN BOYS. And more plot bunnies than I can shake a stick at.
The Hard Deck was packed. It was supposed to be your day off but when Penny had called and told you some of the Top Gun graduates were back in town, you couldn’t leave her alone. She claimed she needed reinforcements. An hour into your shift, you understood.
Penny froze the second that Pete Mitchell stepped onto the porch. She regained her composure pretty quickly; you had to say you were impressed. You smirked to yourself as you watched their interactions from your periphery.
You’d been bartending with Penny for long enough that you’d heard their story several times. You never told Penny but you could see when she got lost in the past. Though it wasn’t meant as a cautionary tale, it kept you from doing anything more than flirting with any of the Navy pilots that frequented the bar.
“What can I get ya?” you asked as you turned to the next customer.
“For starters, how about a beer? Then your name and when you get off,” a deep voice said.
You finally looked at him properly and it nearly took your breath away. A beautiful blond man with a cocky smirk stood before you, Navy khakis clinging to his obviously muscular frame. You took a page out of Penny’s book and recovered quickly, pulling a bottle and popping the top, sliding it across the bar.
“Y/N.” you said, before turning to serve the next customer.
“You didn’t tell me when you get off,” he called after you.
“I know,” you replied, a smirk of your own on your lips as you looked over your shoulder at him. “I don’t date Navy pilots.”
“Who said anything about a date?” he winked.
You laughed; you liked a forward man. No bullshit, no lies, straight to the point.
The sound of the bell ringing distracted the man enough for you to slip away to the other side of the bar. When you turned back, he had returned to the pool tables, joining his friend who was trying to stop him from hitting another bullseye on the dart boards.
You’d made your way up and down the bar twice before the pilot returned. He patiently waited while you tended to another customer, going so far as to tell Penny that he was waiting for you.
“What are you having this time?” you asked.
“Another round on the old timer,” he smirked as he nodded at Pete, “and the time you get off.”
“I already told you, I don’t date Navy pilots,” you told him as you handed over his beer.
“I didn’t say anything about a date. I was just hopin’ to give you a ride.” The sparkle in his eyes was mesmerizing and his cocky demeanor made you bite your bottom lip.
But that didn’t mean you were gonna make it easy.
“Next drink is on your own tab,” you winked as you sauntered to the next patron, feeling his eyes follow you as you moved.
The bell rang again, a different rhythm to the peals followed by a roar from the crowd. The pilot and his friend picked up Pete and dropped him outside the bar, taunting him as he laid in the sand.
The tinkling of the piano filled the air and a crowd formed, including several more uniformed Naval officers. They began belting out an old song, one you knew but not well enough to join in on the singing.
“Song isn’t even that great,” you heard from behind you.
“Aw, Hangman,” another voice said, “you’re just jealous that you didn’t think of playing the piano to pick up chicks.”
Turning around, you found the blond pilot you’d been serving and his friend. Hangman, the blond you deduced by the other man’s hand on his shoulder, looked quite sour at the impromptu concert. Until he looked at you and then that distracting charm was back.
“What did he call you?” you asked, with an amused smirk.
“Hangman,” he repeated, “but you can replace the first A with a U and it's still accurate.”
You laughed and popped the top on another beer for him, sliding it over, you took the opportunity to check out if his statement was correct or simply cockiness. And you thanked whoever designed the uniforms because it looked as if he could back up his statement and then some.
He looked up at you as he took the fresh beer and you flashed a flirty smile, calling out over the music, “on the house.”
You felt his eyes on you for the rest of the night.
The bar cleared slowly, leaving you, Penny, Hangman, and one other customer. The other customer paid his tab and left soon, wishing you a good night.
You looked over at Hangman, finding him watching you with a smirk on his face. You raised your eyebrow at him and he winked, shattering what little resistance you had left.
“Hey, Penny? Why don’t you head out? I can finish this,” you told her quietly.
She glanced between you and the pilot and smiled, whispering a word of caution in your ear before she took her leave. The door closed quietly behind her, echoing over the gentle music of the jukebox.
“Am I safe here all alone with you?” he teased.
“Something tells me you can handle yourself,” you smiled, “but if you're afraid…”
He chuckled, dimples making his eyes sparkle and you felt your stomach flutter as he stalked toward you. He stepped around the edge of the bar and stopped directly in front of you. Your heart was pounding in your chest as you looked up at him. He took your hand and lifted it to interlace his fingers with yours. “I am afraid, will you hold my hand?”
“Just your hand?”
He wrapped his free arm around your waist and pulled you close. His lips ghosted over yours softly, his warm, beer-scented breath tickling your skin. "For now," he whispered before his soft, pillowy lips touched yours.
He kept you pressed against his hard body as your lips moved together. Your free hand slid up his neck and tugged at the short hairs, eliciting a deep growl from his chest. He released your hand and mirrored you, wrapping his hand tightly in your hair and pulling you back gently.
You gasped as he placed open mouthed kisses down your jaw. “Hangman,” you moaned, pressing yourself closer to him.
“It’s Jake,” he said between kisses down your neck.
“What?’
“Name,” he panted, “Jake. Don’t want you to scream my call sign tonight.”
“Scream it, huh? Someone’s confident,” you taunted, a smirk on your kiss-swollen lips.
“Oh, baby, you have no idea,” he countered with a wink of his own.
Jake lifted you onto the counter suddenly and slotted himself between your legs. His hands slid up your thighs and gripped your hips tightly as he claimed your lips once again. His fingers teased along the hem of your shirt while yours fumbled with the buttons on his uniform.
You could feel the firm muscles beneath the coarse material, beneath the plain white tee he had underneath. His hands slid up your sides, lifting your tee as his palms dragged upwards, leaving goosebumps in their wake.
Jake pulled away for a moment to pull your shirt over your head and you whined at the momentary loss of contact. You slid his uniform shirt off his shoulders and tugged the white tee off of him, admiring the defined lines of his abs while you could.
He was back on you before his shirt hit the floor, his tongue tracing the inside of your mouth while his hands explored, down your shoulders, fondling your breasts, pulling your bra off. Your moans and gasps were swallowed by him, his lips turning up further into a smirk with every sound you made.
Jake’s lips trailed lower, caressing your collarbone as his hands slid up from your waist. His mouth latched onto one nipple as his hands kneaded your breasts. Your back arched as he lavished attention on one side, then the other. Your moans echoed off the walls, bouncing back to your ears and adding to the slick pooling between your legs.
“Jake,” you whined, your hands twisting in his hair. “Please.”
“Please what, baby?” he smirked as he knelt between your legs.
He kissed and nipped up your inner thighs, his hands working the button of your shorts open. He kept his eyes on you the whole time, enjoying the look of burning desire lighting your eyes.
Jake stood and you lifted your hips for him to wiggle your shorts off, kicking your shoes off at the same time. Your hands tugged on his belt, fumbling with the buckle with trembling hands.
His lips crashed into yours as he helped you to open his pants. The belt and button gave little resistance and your hands went back to wandering the hard expanse of his chest. Jake trailed his fingers up your legs, goosebumps erupting in their wake as you shuddered against him.
Jake dipped two fingers between your folds and groaned when he felt the wetness pooled there. “Damn, baby, look at you. Dripping wet and I haven’t even touched you properly.”
He swirled his fingers on your clit and it only drove you closer to breaking point. “Later,” you panted, “I want you inside me.”
“Needy little thing, aren’t we?” he cooed as he reached around for his wallet, pulling out a condom and quickly getting it rolled down his impressive length.
You tugged him closer by his dog tags and wrapped your legs around his waist, feeling him line his cock up with your weeping entrance. He bottomed out in one thrust, a deep moan escaping your chest and reverberating around the empty bar.
Jake rested his head on your shoulder a moment, quietly trying to keep his composure.
“Jake, please. I need you to move,” you begged in a whisper, not caring that you sounded desperate.
“If that’s what the lady wants, that’s what the lady gets.” He began thrusting at a slow pace, the angle hitting all the right spots and driving you to the edge of release with just a few strokes. “Let go, baby,” he told you as he cupped your cheek, pulling you in for another searing kiss.
Jake swallowed the sounds of your climax, picking up his pace as he felt your walls flutter around him again.
“One more, baby,” he coaxed, his fingers slipping between your bodies and rubbing circles on your sensitive clit. He hadn’t expected to be close to finishing so soon; that hadn’t happened since he was a teenager. He couldn’t explain it if he tried. All he knew was that he was determined that you would finish first.
Your head tipped back as your back arched, shouting Jake’s name as you came again, your release triggering his own as he spilled into the condom with a groan. He rested his forehead against yours as you both panted, coming down from your highs together.
Once your breathing had returned to normal, Jake pulled out slowly, being careful to keep the condom from slipping off before he could dispose of it. You hopped off of the counter and started getting dressed, passing clothing items between you silently.
Jake slipped his tee shirt on and rolled his uniform into a ball, wrapping his arm around your waist and pulling you in for a soft kiss.
“Good night, Jake,” you said quietly as you stepped away.
“You gonna be okay by yourself?”
“I close up alone all the time,” you dismissed. “I’ll be fine.”
“Okay, well, uh, goodnight then,” he replied with a wave as he left the bar.
You finished cleaning up and closing with a bounce in your step, completing everything quickly, even with the extra disinfecting. You slipped out of the door humming a familiar tune, and froze when you saw another person on the deck.
“Jake?” you questioned as you stepped towards him.
“Hey, uh,” he said, his hand running through his hair as you waited for him to continue. “I saw you didn’t drive here and I wanted to make sure that you got home safe.”
“That’s really nice of you but I live right there,” you smiled as you pointed to a little house a couple hundred yards down the beach.
“You never know what’s lurking in the shadows,” he smirked, “I think I should walk you home.”
“You do this for all the girls you screw on bars?” you teased, glancing sideways at him as you locked the door.
“Never, actually,” he admitted with a shrug.
“Why me? Why now?”
“I don’t know,” he sighed. “There’s just something about you that makes me want to know more about you.”
“Hmm. Cute line, but I still don’t date Navy pilots.” You turned towards your house and started walking, Jake falling into step beside you. You walked the short distance in a comfortable silence, stealing glances at him out of your periphery.
“This is me,” you said when you stopped in front of your door.
“Do you think I could try to change your mind?” he asked hopefully, his hands in his pockets and his uniform shirt draped over his arm.
“About what?”
“Dating Navy pilots.”
You looked at him, really looked at him in the soft glow of the porch light. He looked sincere, genuine. But you were still cautious. Your heart said give him a chance; your brain said run away.
“You could try. But I won’t make any promises.” You pressed a kiss to his cheek and unlocked your door, turning to look at him once more before you shut him out. “Thanks.”
Jake watched the door shut in a daze. He’d definitely have his work cut out for him if he decided to try.
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Headcanons for the Shaw Pack’s Collections
David: He collects books, strongly believing that books are meant to be read and reread, which David does as often as he can, though not as often as he would like. Full bookshelves line the house.
Angel: They collect keychains as small, meaningful mementos of places they visit, events they attend, experiences they have, or anything else they love.
Asher: He collects Star Trek memorabilia. Asher loves it when he can add a bit of whimsy to even the most boring of household objects (welcome mats, towels, shower curtains, and more) by adding a bit of Star Trek flair to it, all of which make great conversation-starters and put people at ease, which Asher enjoys, too.
Babe: They collect magnets because every time they use their fridge, they can see all of the fun things they’ve done, places they've been, or quotes they need to hear.
Milo: He collects rings because every outfit can use a little extra bling, but each outfit requires different types of bling.
Sweetheart: They collect playbills from all of the theatrical productions and keep them in a binder to make sure that the playbills stay clean, together, and ready to be consulted when a play might come up in conversation.
Darling: They collect pins, which they use to adorn any soft surface, including their shirt, their bag, their shoes, and their hat, and anything else they might use. It’s an easy, fun way to mark their ‘territory.’
Sam: He collects sunglasses. After his turning, Sam realized that sunglasses were a necessary accessory. Sam loves to find new styles and lenses to protect his eyes, letting him rejoin the world he thought had abandoned him.
Bonus!
Gabe: He collected calendars. Gabe used calendars not only to keep future appointments, but he would fill every square of a calendar after the day happened to record what happened like a mini-journal. The calendars served as a pack record of sorts, but an informal one through Gabe’s eyes. David keeps the stack of old calendars under the bed and will periodically compare his current date with one of Gabe’s a few years in the past.
Marie: She collects names and numbers, and somehow, always manages to keep them straight. Marie needs to know who did what when at where. Whenever someone in the pack needs a phone number, address, or name spelling, they always go to Marie for the information, and she is happy to oblige. Of course, this means that Marie always knows everything about how everyone is connected, and she is not afraid to use that knowledge as needed.
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>>AUCTION LINK!!!<<
this was meant to be a personal suit but i was never quite satisfied with the design. they've been sitting in storage for 5 yrs so it's time to clear up some space!
note: THIS SUIT IS OLDER & NOT UP TO MY CURRENT CONSTRUCTION STANDARDS. bidding price will reflect this!
bids will start at JUST 25 USD and whatever the price reaches is what they'll go for!!
things to keep in mind:
-this suit is sold AS IS, with head and paws. it has been worn like once but never to a con or anything so it's clean. (still wiped it down with alcohol.)
-this head is EXTREMELY SMALL. i wouldn't recommend anyone with a head larger than 21.5 inches in circumference buy it without plans to modify it. the paws are similarly small. NO REFUNDS IF IT DOESNT FIT.
-this head is built on a balaclava base and unlined. there is bare foam inside and the edge of the neck isn't hemmed. it isn't fraying, but i wanted it noted anyway.
-the eyelids are bare eva foam so care must be taken when brushing around the eyes.
-NO REFUNDS OR RETURNS ON THIS FELLA, ALL SALES FINAL. the suit isn't perfect and that's how it's being sold. PLS DO NOT BID IF YOU'RE UNSURE IF YOU WANT IT.
that being said, it would make a GREAT starter suit for someone small OR a good chance for someone to try their hand at resizing/refurbishing a suit! making it larger should be pretty easy: cut open the back and remove foam/add extra fur to the neck, should be all that's necessary! the paws are good enough i almost kept them but i can always make more.
shipping price anywhere in the us: 40
shipping price outside the us: contact for a quote
all funds go to helping me pay to access proper healthcare for my disabilities. SHARES APPRECIATED!
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THE NIGHTMARE BEFORE CHRISTMAS: STARTERS
a collection of quotes, lyrics, phrases, and sayings from the 1993 Disney film, The Nightmare Before Christmas. change & alter as needed.
"You're mine, you know. I made you with my own hands."
"It's a phase, my dear. It'll pass. We need to be patient, that's all."
"[Name], please, I'm only an elected official here! I can't make decisions by myself!"
"There's only three hundred and sixty-five days left until next Halloween!"
"Is there anywhere we've forgotten to check?"
"There's got to be a logical way to explain this Christmas thing."
"Curiosity killed the cat, you know."
"Come on into the lab, and we'll get you all fixed up."
"You can come out now if you promise to behave."
"What kind of a noise is that for a baby to make?"
"The job I have for you is top secret. It requires craft, cunning, and mischief."
"[Name], I need your help more than anyone's."
"[Name], please, listen to me. It's going to be a disaster."
"You don't look like yourself, [name]. Not at all."
"You don't have to worry about Christmas this year."
"Consider this a vacation, [name]. A reward. It's your turn to take it easy."
"Haven't you heard of peace on earth, and goodwill toward men?"
"Oh, how I hope my premonition is wrong."
"That's strange. That's the second toy complaint we've had."
"What?! You're trying to make a dupe of me?!"
"I knew this Christmas thing was a bad idea. I felt it in my gut."
"It looks like Christmas will have to be canceled this year."
"She's the only one who makes any sense around this insane asylum!"
#rp meme#roleplay meme#rp starters#roleplay starters#dialogue prompts#dialogue memes#dialogue starters#rp prompts#roleplay prompts#rp prompt#roleplay prompt#rp memes#roleplay memes#sentence memes#sentence prompts#sentence starters
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PUPPET HISTORY SEASON 2 STARTERS
“Let’s do this, let’s get back into this nightmare.”
“That is a wildly specific reference.”
“You’re a rotten man, or thing, or whatever you are.”
“I hope that’s the last thing he ever said on earth, because that’s a very funny last quote.”
“It’s cute! It’s adorable! It’s kinda dumb!”
“So just a big wave of death, basically.”
“I think bears are the scariest animal in the world.”
“I’m good. I just finished my little snack and I’m ready to go.”
“So what I did was I captured one of the spiders, and I did burn it alive under a Slurpee cup.”
“I feel like kids are the scariest creatures on the planet.”
“Kids are just plain creepy.”
“See what happens when you teach the children?”
“You know how easy it is to kill a baby?”
“Know more. Try knowing more.”
“It’s not whimsical, it’s devastating.”
“Pole vaulting would be really funny, because there’s a possibility the pole would snap and I’d break my neck.”
“Can you think of a more baller way to go out?”
“You’ve never had a summer where your parents were like, really sick of you, and they were like ‘why don’t we just throw forty-five dollars at the problem’?”
“It’s the early nineteen hundreds, I bet there’s stray dogs everywhere.”
“We got a secret weapon, the only secret about it is we don’t know what it does.”
“Just kinda seems like a bunch of guys just made a lot of bad memories.”
“I’m gonna set you on fire.”
“Some classic Europe shit.”
“Can we say it? Isaac Newton is probably a murderer?”
“This guy’s kinda a wimp, no?”
“It’s not even a bit anymore, people are talking.”
“There’s been so many historical people that have done amazing things, and I seriously get anxious about going to the supermarket.”
“I just get really unsettled when all my little things aren’t in their little homes.”
“So usually, I won’t sleep for a week.”
“I don’t do math, I’m cute, I don’t know.”
“Thanks anyway, a-hole.”
“I’m not that giving and loving.”
“I guess that is a nice little present for the other hoes.”
“It’s generous to call it a joke.”
“I’m disgusted, I’m flabbergasted.”
“I’ve gotten a lot more into weed since the last time we hung out.”
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@eyeless-smiles || quotes that broke me starters || accepting!
❛ the dead have it easy. ❜
dean's perched on top of the impala's trunk, watching a funeral procession for another hunter that didn't make it through their last fight. beer in one hand but a bottle of walker black label sitting between his legs. they passed them out. the man's favorite. he never met him. but those gathered at the roadhouse mentioned there'd be a funeral and he turned up out of respect. they all did. even the ones who looked down at their shoes. shuffled uncomfortably because they all got a sobering slap upside their faces each time another one of their own fell. that one day. someday. it might. or will. be them. luck only goes so far. skill carries the rest. but you never do know. is a big part of who they are. and all of them readily accept it the second they become..what they become.
green eyes look away from those gathered in the no-name part of the woods just past the lakehouse that the man used to call home. not much of a house. more like a shack. with what possessions he kept and the memories he stored there. few and far between. no one close enough to warm the place and keep it full of his life after he was gone. what he did have? was offered to the people who showed up. a handwritten will of keep up the fight was his legacy and dean wondered..if he'd end up like that someday. somewhere down there, sam was mingling. offering condolences. handshakes. a broad shoulder for anyone to lean on if they needed.
a woman seemed to take him up on the offer. she seemed distraught as he watched his brother comfort her. there's someone there to mourn him. keep him alive. rather than simple stories of monsters he killed. or the one that killed him. he'd have his brother at least. if he went first. of course he'll have to go first. cause dean would murder heaven and hell to keep sam safe. and heaven and hell know it. the strangers voice comes from the side as he swallows down the last of his beer, sets the bottle to the side and starts opening up the good stuff. a smirk and dean shakes his head, tossing a glance to the stranger by his car. his eyes dart up and down then read over his face. he's never seen him before. and the guy..just seems odd. those glasses. it makes him harder to read. dean's eyes squint then he twists the bottle offering the first sip to his present companion with a tilt of the neck in his direction.
"that what you think? not sure about that. prefer this side of six feet under. always room to keep fighting long as you're breathing. once you're dead? never know what comes next." he thinks on that, then shakes his head thinking it's better to keep his mouth shut. "or you think that's all there is..?"
#featuring: the corinthian (eyelesssmiles)#eyelesssmiles#don't you cry no more. (chapter ii)#hi there!!!#i'm excited for this!
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