rejoice . . .

indie and selective CASEY from SPLIT NSFW and triggers inevitable; warning. please read my rules page before playing.

[thoughtsfromaheart]

neutroisenjolras:

if you ever try to befriend me and you expect to be in frequent contact with me i am so sorry. i do that with maybe two people and even then i often go days or weeks withouts saying anything before talking daily for a while. 

the point is if we dont talk that doesnt mean i dont like u and think about u a lot im just terrible at maintaining close relationships

[fcnnygirl]

                            now it’s no wonder that her 

                                          name means BEAUTY,

                                                             her looks have got no PARALLEL 

[likeanimals-blog1]

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[likeanimals-blog1]

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[likeanimals-blog1]

tfw you look thru a gif set and think you see yourself... and then look up the film scene and yep there you are in the background ! ... idk what i was thinking tbh, i am the farthest thing from Disney appropriate and yet there i was spending the day with Dove Cameron nbd

[gabbiesworld]

when your jam comes on.

[likeanimals-blog1]

                                              REJOICE...

                                                   the broken are the more evolved

[likeanimals-blog1]

@sayhisname​

she’s nervous about this decision, but something’s gotta give. the other girls are huddled together in the corner, clinging to one another as though the physical comforts would somehow make everything okay. and though they could all carry hope within them and though they could feel confidence enough to push forward and fight... Casey wasn’t stupid. this was a fight they would lose. there was no hope left for them now. the brunette lifts herself lazily, blinking back the dryness of her eyes-- she had cried herself out completely it seemed. it seems as though hours pass before she’s hearing noises outside the door again, and Casey all but throws herself toward it to listen carefully.

it’s difficult to differentiate who is who when their shoes are somewhat similar. in the hours they’ve spent there so far, the girl is able to tell at times which steps belong to Dennis ( heavy, determined and almost forceful foot falls ), which steps belong to Hedwig ( lazy shuffles - he scuffs his heels against the floor. uncertain. ), and which steps belong to the woman Casey hopes for - Miss Patricia ( confident heel clicks; refined ). she can’t tell this time as the anxiety rolls inside her. it’s now or never.  

❝ excuse me? ❞ remember your manners, Casey girl. make Daddy proud.  ❝ hey! excuse me? ❞ she’s doing her best to keep her voice down. the other girls had fallen asleep at some point... she assumes it’s exhaustion, and if she wants her plan to work smoothly without their panicked influence, then she has to go about going this alone.  she waits until she hears the foot steps approaching the door - waits for a voice of question, but hears nothing. ❝ may i speak to Miss Patricia? ❞

[russian-hiddlestoner]

the beast.

[mcavoy]

M Night announces his new movie titled “Glass” on twitter

[samerulesapply]

S C R E A M I N G - - - - - - - !

[likeanimals-blog1]

to do list; 

- inbox prompts ( x3 ) - fantasy drabble for @ycngandreckless - also “Dennis is dead” drabble for @ycngandreckless 

my emotions will run wild and free tonight is2g. 

[aszonyegalasopresmuveszete]

Split (2016, M. Night Shyamalan)

[likeanimals-blog1]

to do list; 

- inbox prompts ( x3 ) - fantasy drabble for @ycngandreckless - also “Dennis is dead” drabble for @ycngandreckless 

my emotions will run wild and free tonight is2g. 

[garyfuckingking]

“They keep calling us «The horde». The others, you know. Miss Patricia and I, we are ridiculed. Now we’re not perfect but we don’t deserve to be ridiculed. We’re all struggling, they have to admit that.”

[likeanimals-blog1]

First time //BC I AM ACTUAL TRASH 8))))))

they’ve been making out on the couch for ages now– the last time they found themselves in this position, it had been passionate and desperate… Casey had a taste of blood and she wanted MORE. perhaps they were all just animals. basic, animal instincts came easier to the two of them now when they allowed their walls to tumble down around one another. it’s easier to breathe when he kisses the breath from her lungs, and it’s easier to feel when his hands are roaming her sides and back. delicate fingers linger over bullet wounds – ones she had inflicted herself on his toned flesh – and velvet lips caress each hardened line of his face as he leans down to lav his tongue along the line of her throat. 

if only this beast would part his jaws to bite down– lock his jaw and hold her in place. 

the girl has stripped the last of her top layers, leaning back to offer the man the same graces she had been granted - a look at her scars, and licks and nips to each one in turn. when his attention is back to her lips, Casey licks into his mouth eagerly, shifting in her place in his lap. her legs are aside his own, body straddling his and chest pressed against his own tightly, as though feeling flesh against flesh is the only thing keeping her grounded. perhaps it is the only thing– she’s never felt this way before with hands roaming her back and waist. his grip on her hips when she shifts once more has Casey smirking, confident in the decisions rolling about her mind. 

his arousal is difficult to miss and Casey has to force back another smirk at her inner monologue. ( your body is so large - so toned and so beautiful. i can only imagine how the rest of you looks ). he arches his hips up to match her slow grind, and a strangled groan escapes him at the friction. she follows suit with a small squeak of her own when his lips find the hardened peaks of her breasts. sneaky man. she hadn’t even noticed his trailing his lips down her throat and collar before his tongue and teeth are sending shivers through her entire being. her skin is on fire.

there was an anxiety in the beginning– unsure and disgusted with herself as a whole due to her past, but now… oh, now she understood. they were meant to EVOLVE together…  

small hands find the fuzz of his scalp as he turns his attention to her other breast, nails scraping along the sensitive flesh at the base of his skull. she revels in the noises it drags out of him. Casey wishes she could calm herself enough to allow this foreplay to continue– she wishes she could control her baser instincts, but the moment he bites down experimentally on her burning flesh, the brunette shifts her hands to his shoulders, shoving him against the back of the couch and shifting to stand. 

confused and dangerous blues are focused on her intently, narrowed and predatory. the doe accepts her fate– she practically begs to be devoured by him. she tugs her pants off quickly, letting both layers fall to her ankles so she can kick them off and aside. she’s bare before him now, and she has to wonder how much control the alters have at times– how often one may be influenced by another as she swears she can hear a beastly growl tear through the man’s broad chest. he’s reaching out for her quickly, large hands pawing at her exposed flesh before he drags her down to his lap once more. 

the apartment comes alive then with heavy breaths and pitched groans between each heated kiss. his hands exploring every inch of her gives the girl opportunity to drop her hands to his trousers, agile fingers unbuttoning his fly easily. there’s a lingering pause when he lifts his hips, and Casey tugs his trousers and briefs down to his thighs– just enough to expose him. her assumptions were correct – she isn’t in the slightest bit disappointed.  

 ❝ Dennis, ❞ she offers softly, pressing her cheek to his as she nips at his ears and jaw. ❝ please. ❞ 

it’s all the incentive he needs before his hands grip her rear, lifting her easily as though she weighed nothing. when before Casey was certain there would be hesitation, she’s certain now that they’re both confident in this decision. for a man so unbelievably clean, he could be so incredibly filthy. he spits in his palm, and though she can’t see it with how close their bodies are, she can feel he’s stroking himself – a tease against her folds. Casey could cry. she’s so desperate for him, and he’s just teasing– oh. 

a pitched moan escapes her when he grabs her hips to push her down on his length, his head falling against the back of the couch heavily. they merely sit for a moment, gathering their thoughts, before she grinds further onto him and he’s growling again. Dennis lifts his head, tongue and teeth grazing the pulse point of her neck as the brunette picks up a steady pace, every bit of friction already bringing her closer to the edge. where she might have been embarrassed by her high pitched moans and squeals it only fuels the man more, his body sinking into the couch further so he has a better position to snap his hips up against each downward push of her own. 

her orgasm catches her off guard - a loud cry against his neck and a full body convulsion that has Dennis nearly chuckling with overwhelm and arousal. he’s proud of himself, and he should be. short of getting herself off, Casey had never experienced an orgasm quite like this. she begs for more against his neck, his thrusting growing more aggressive with each moan of his name. 

there’s little warning as he nears his own edge - his growling turns to snarling and his moans begin to pick up pitch– only when his breathing stutters does he groan out a hurried; CASEY! before he’s spilling inside her, hands gripping her hips and white knuckled from how tightly he held her. she’ll surely bruise. 

Casey huffs against his jaw, peppering his face with kisses and whimpering softly at the throbbing inside her. she kisses him through his orgasm, giggling into his mouth when he finally begins kissing her back. they’re both drunk with lust and dizzy. his hands shift from her hips to cup her face - aggressive at first, but his touch turns gentle and adoring within seconds. their kisses turn from desperate to gentle. another giggle escapes Casey at what she wanted to call an intrusive thought of her own. 

what is he going to do with the mess that follows? 

he doesn’t question her laughter… merely envelops her in a lover’s embrace. 

[likeanimals-blog1]

yep. this song would play while i’m writing smut -- 👌👌👌👌👌👌

[hearthouses]

30 Days of Writing Smut Challenge

NOTE: This challenge can be done with one ship in mind or your “OTP” or focus on a single fandom or simply mix and match to your desires. 

First time

Masturbation

Oral sex

Clothed or half-dressed 

Fingering

69

Long-distance sex (phone, skype, telepathy)

Dom/sub

Bondage

Against the wall

In public place

On the floor

In a car

Morning lazy sex

Outdoors/exposed to the elements (woods, parks, gardens, rain, etc.)

Water-based sex (shower, bath, pool, etc.) 

In or on a place not a bed (table, desk, countertop, chair, etc.)

Trying new position

With toys

Vanilla kink

Rough sex

Weapon play 

Danger kink

Dirty talk

Trust kink 

Hurt/Comfort

Service kink

Role playing

Acting out fantasies 

Whatever pleases you