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[sicknessinmotion]

bad dog. always a bad dog.

margaret atwood // ada limón // sarah - alex g // unknown & via @feral-t33th // unknown photographer // cop car - mitski.

[theheromp3]

i think if simon iron lung met ranboo generation loss he would give them a little kiss on the forehead and hold them so close and tell them hes so so sorry someone did that to them. and ranboo generation loss would tell simon iron lung that it wasnt fair for him either. and they would talk and be friends. in my fanfiction

[librarycard]

hi, this is a zine i made as my undergraduate senior capstone project. its a zine about my relationships with gender and my chemical romance. you can download it here!

[coolheavenlystar]

Actually, the tone for the “Stacey & Stacey“ franchise is so weird to me.

Like, in the first movie, the tone is meant to be kind of coming of age mixed with trying to solve racism [Or, "Rainboism" in this series. Changing it from Colorism cause its an already existing term].

The mini series I have for inbetween the two movies is mostly coming of age, mixed with a few racial scenes and comedic elements.

The sequel isnt as coming of age, but the racism aspects are a bit amped up, as well as a few more comedic scenes.

The threequel... its literally about an entire nation threatening a war. Yeah, its more focused on grey trying to gain their alliance while secretly trying to murder a few people, but it feels so out of place compared to the rest of the franchise. I'm honestly considering something different but this is one of my best ideas. And that's how life goes sometimes. It's silly, then the next day, something bad could happen.

idk why i'm sharing, but whatev :P

also, day 4 of waiting for Caine's song to be released on Apple Music-

YOOOO i relate to that so much, when you cook up some more lore for your ocs or story and lose all original idea, its kind of hard to go on from that point on but honestly i think you got this!! the theme of the war isnt too far away from the racism honestly, like the differences beetwen nations could had become the main reason why grey decided to attack, or better a rebellion, i think you could inspire yourself from the black history and culture since black persons had been oppressed from a LONG time ago and still are, tho i do think the theme of the war its so cool!! ahhgfrgbndkcvbhfd i just thougth about it but your franchise would be something i would genuinelly be interested in if it was a show i love political series and stuff

also, im watching legally blonde and OHHHGFDEBNJCH ELLE WOODS REMINDS ME OF YS

[soncomplex]

When Your Son is Bipolar by Mal Fawzy

[writingsofhubris]

Way down we Go

[AO3] Rating: E WC: 1K Tags: Outside Sex, GNC reader, Rough Sex, Quick Sex, Porn with Feelings Fandom: The Outer Worlds (Video Game) Ship: The Captain/Maximillian DeSoto Disc: After a close call with Max in the field, he pulls you aside before you're back at the ship. (Originally posted Feb 2022)

“Captain.” Max’s voice rang out to you, quiet in the abandoned bar. The title made your eyes move up, looking from the terminal in front of you. The information was mostly useless, just correspondence about orders. 

“What’s up, Vicar?” You couldn’t help using his title back at him, dancing off your tongue. You let your eyes move from him, ignoring how his lips pressed together for just a moment. You almost didn’t see it, but you were used to watching his small expression shifts, clear as day to you now. 

“We almost lost you.” His words were void of emotion, unable to share what he so clearly wished to. 

“Yeah…  I’d really appreciate it if you didn’t tell any of the crew about that. Don’t really want to have them worrying more than they already do.” After a particularly bad run, most of them realized how dangerous what you all were doing was. But your words spoke to an order, not a suggestion between friends. 

“I’m not planning on it.” You felt his hand on your shoulder, a gentle weight against the thin fabric you were dressed in. This wasn’t supposed to be a dangerous mission; just a recon for some small items. Someone would pay big bucks for the information stored in the terminals you’d seen. Either way, you were glad you hadn’t worn too much armor, if it meant you got to feel how warm and strong the man’s hands were. 

“Is something wrong, Vicar?” You saw the concern once your eyes moved from the hand on your shoulder up to his eyes, concern clear in the depths. 

“We almost lost you.” He couldn’t help looking away from your gase for a moment. “I almost lost you.” The words weren’t said flippantly, emotion tangled into the syllables. 

“You almost lose me every day.” 

“Not like that.” 

“Like what?” You held a warning in your voice, clearly waiting for just how he would phrase the next words. You felt his hand leave your shoulder, fingers dragging against your back just for a moment longer. 

“Normally, you have the protection of armor and at least one other person other than me. You’re not this,” and here his words caught for a moment. “Vulnerable.” He was firm in his choice, unwilling to argue about the exact word. You let the silence stretch between you two, thinking over your words. 

“At some point, you have to accept the truth of the matter, the actual universal truth. We all die, eventually. We’ll never know how it’s going to take us, so you have to make the most of what you’ve got, when you can. Find your home, and…” Your shoulder lifted, and dropped. “Live.” 

“And what’s to stop me from making my home here, with you?” 

“The mantibeasts, mostly.” Your lips curved up just slightly, rueful in the horrible humor. You were proud of the words, when you saw his lips turn up. 

“Not your disagreement?” He took a step closer, closing the distance between you. 

“Not in the slightest.” you took the other step needed at your own words. His hand came up to your chin, turning your face just right to meet his. His chapped lips pressed against your own, kissing you with enough passion to pull your breath away. 

“I don’t think we’ll get better privacy for a while, but we’ll have to be quick.” You matched his gaze, passion clear between you. His hands dropped to your pants, pulling them down to your knees. His own followed suit, turning you around to bend over the counter you’d just been searching. His hands were effective on his own pants, pulling them down when there was a growl from outside. You both paused for a moment, weighing the benefits for just a moment. You felt him at your entrance, and you nodded, making the decision quickly. 

The push in was tight, just a little painful. You felt his hand move over your mouth, his large hand pressing over you.  His chest pressed against your back, lips pressing against your neck again. 

You heard him softly whispering against your skin, but you couldn’t make out the exact words he was saying at first. But when his head turned slightly as his thrusts started, you realized he was reciting scripture you didn’t care to learn. His words were soft, until they faltered when you tightened around him. He stuttered for a moment, until he finished with the words. 

“Are you going to stay quiet if I speed up?” His words were whispered into your ear, and you didn’t hesitate to nod. His hand slipped down from your mouth to your throat, pausing for just a moment. It was clear he was silently asking for permission, that it was okay he did this. You bit your lip, pressing just slightly into his strong hand. It tightened around your neck, only enough to make a point, suggest something for later. And you were certain that you were going to take him up on it. 

Your hand slipped between your legs, searching for that peak you needed. Your teeth caught your lip, trying your hardest to be silent. 

His head pressed to the crook between your shoulder and neck, his teeth pressing into your skin. It was all you needed to finish around him, your moan muffled against your own hand. He finished shortly after, painting you with ropes of cum. He turned your head, pressing your lips together for a final kiss. It showed more than you’d expected, emotions pouring out easily after that show of passion. 

“You’re not sleeping in our cabin tonight.’ You promised him that the moment your lips separated. “That’s an order, Vicar.” Not that there was doubt of it. 

“Only if that means I’ll be with you.” There was a glint in the man’s eyes. This was the start of a new path that you weren’t sure where it would lead. You knew that it could cause issues, conflicts of interest, but there was some small part of you that really didn’t care. 

It was clear by the glint that he would do anything that his captain could order him to do. And you were planning on using that fact liberally.

[mashamorevvna]

you've a gift for hating (you should know, you're the expert)

Gortash ‘invites’ Minthara to attend a late-night rendezvous to pry some information about the newly returned Dark Urge. Things move on from there in unexpected directions.

Pairing: Minthara Baenre/Enver Gortash; The Dark Urge/Enver Gortash

[irrolyphant]

🤠 JustifiedFX: Watch out Motor City, here comes Raylan Givens. FX’s Justified: City Primeval, premieres July 18th. Stream on Hulu. #JustifiedFX #CityPrimevalFX