#hmm!

[1960z]

so apollo thinks phoenix is knowledgeable about marriage huh? ….. I wonder who he thinks he’s married to?

[sirpompet]

After Castiel’s death and Jack is gone in heaven, they try and move on. Go on hunts an shit but one day Dean makes a joke about “Team Free Will!” And he  realizes, remembers, it’s not Team Free Will anymore. Without Cas or Jack, it’s just Sam and Dean. The Winchesters. Alone again.

[freenarnian]

sherlock: was that a hmm as in hmm, you've got something, or a hmm as in hmm, you don't?

mycroft: it's hmm as in hmm.

[30 seconds later]

sherlock, excitedly: that was a hmm, he's got something!

[m0th0er]

Yeah fuck you (in a lovely lovely lovely way mama trust me) this is mostly a joke but if you post it I will be over the fuckin moon. Ignore me if this is too stupid. Reader, cool and tattooed, and has a lovely tramp stamp. And bullets Frankie, eats it up. Practically cums at the thought of it. Thinks it's the hottest thing ever. Back shots are of course a must. Uh. Yeah. Anyways been here for to long gotta sleep I'm half fuckin awake good night mama kisses !!! Thank you thank youuuu!!!

hi baby, how you doing? missing you, as always. this is so not something I wanted. or enjoy writing. or anything. (im lying. im so obviously lying baby get real.) yeah, anyway. kisses my darling, be good. xox

its not a bad dive bar- its cute. your friends are off, dancing around on tables near the front of the bar- the music just awful enough to make you guys laugh and dance at the same time.

he texted that he was going out. and look, a crush is something you can deal with, easy. you've had one million and one before. but he's different. energetic and charming- funny and ridiculous. he's so talented, passionate. and he is so fucking hot it actually hurts a little to look at him sometimes. you came to the bar, not because of him, but in spite of him. better to feel like you could get your mind off the over whelming amount of love you have for the boy.

you lean over the bar-top- let the guy serving flirt with you as he looks at your exposed shoulder, you hair sweeping around you face in the "im soo not planning on seeing the guy I like today" blow out you worked 20 minutes perfecting.

you hear him enter the room, hear his friends laughing as they joke around. Mia comes over and hushes for you to 'keep cool', as if you don't talk about him for around 50 minutes a day. when he comes over, you flip your body so your back faces him. and listen, he's seen outfits. but not this one. this one is specific.

low rise trousers, off the shoulder black tee with a slight rise in the back. the tattoo is obvious. too easy to see, like a bullseye on the centre of your lower back. the word discipline spelled out in neat cursive. he can see the other tattoos you have littered around your body like this too. ornamental, floral. feminine. powerful. they make you feel that way too. you keep a calm- straight face. let yourself, hopefully, be gawked at. you here ray drop a holy fucking shit man- look , you hear frankie pause. and its cute- but yeah you get a little nervous as the bar tender in front of you offers you his number a bit too loudly.

frank rushes to your side. eyes dropping to your lower back. he growls, nearly whimpering out a "hey-hey can we chat just- do you- need, need a smoke?" and you nod over, smiling down at him. he is a little guy anyhow. sure frank-like-like now? "yeah uh- rightthefucknow-"

he grabs your hand and tugs you through the crowds of people. out into the alley between between this dive and the one next to it- "hey uh, what the fuck is this?" you look around, look down at yourself. shake your head uhh-what? "the, the-you did not tell me you had-uh-th-tha-" the tattoo? "yeah, you're like. like covered.- the uh-" the tramp stamp, frankie? "yeah actually- what the fuck-"

he moves over too you so quickly it feels like a sprint-flips you around so your facing away from him-your hands pressed into the wall. he runs a thumb along the tattoo- tracing the scarred ink with his thumb. you can hear his breathing speed up, you can feel the alcohol flushing you system- his touch rushing along the process of your face increasing in shades of red. "baby, you can-cant do this too me-"

you don't feel like saying anything, standing up for yourself- you just want. you've wanted this- him for so long it has started to feel like a pain in your spine. you nod into the wall get-get the fucking hint, frank.

and he laughs soft behind you, grips the side of your waist tight- and kisses down the exposed skin of your shoulder- the pale form with black dancer-ly marks all over it. "my-my car is parked a, a minute away-" you nod. you nod again and again and again.

your jacket is pressed into the window- a make shift shield. his breath fogs the air in short breaths, it's cold out. his hands feel so warm its like kissing a candle. he bucks in and out of you- one hand under your lower stomach to feel you- the other lands a hit down on your backside, laughing to himself- that the tattoo is basically "a fucking instruction." you moan his name on repeat like knocking a buzzer- he's perfect, panting out sweet whimpers like he's locked into you, into only you.

you feel in control, in charge- you feel like you would let him do anything. because fuck does it feel so good to have his cock hit you ridiculously deep- his thrusts get messy- voice gets drowsier as he moans "babybaby-baby fuck this- you're mine now alright? just- just frank's baby-fuckfuck, let me- fuck gonna mark this-this fuckin whorish-tattoo-show-fuck show me its mine-baby-babyfuck-not gonna let anyone have you-"

he pulls out just before finishing, you let him push your head into the bottom seats as he sprays himself over the back of you. you whisper frank, I-was you-yours already- and you hear him smile, whisper to himself "thank god" and he sits in the car with ease.

you don't go back into the dive bar.

[daikaiju-arts]

Does the rest of the circus have "ghosts", or just Gangle?

It’s just Gangle, unfortunately 💔 She has the worst best luck!

[dailydccomics]

Poison Ivy by Nimit Malavia

[whirlpool-blogs]

Nate Bastian on sitting between Jack Hughes & Timo Meier:

shoutout @tfc-hockey for the article

"I talk a lot," he laughed, "I like to think that's not a bad thing. I sit between Jack and Timo, but I try on game days, maybe to talk a little less, because you know they've got their own stuff. But we have a pretty active corner, I know that Johnny (Marino) is always trying to migrate over and hang with us. And we have to send him back to his area."

He's never officially been told to stop talking by either Hughes or Meier, but then again, he hasn't quite tested the limits he said with a huge smirk.

"I haven't really tested the waters," he joked, "I kind of stay in my lane. Like Jack and I have never had a problem sitting beside each other but I'm sure I could find a way to piss him off if I really wanted to. He's got a lot of stuff going on."

Neither Hughes nor Meier, Bastian said, have any weird quirks that force him to be extra aware of when it comes to their space. But what he does have to stay mindful of is the type of day it is. Is it practice? Is it a morning skate? Is it before warmups? Depending on the situation, Bastian might have to self-regulate and keep control of his talkative nature.

"If you see Jack on gameday and on a practice day, it's like two different people. Sitting beside Jack (on a practice day) versus 10 minutes before warmup is like night and day.

"Literally, I can talk to (Jack) about whatever I want to talk about, it could be about anything," Bastian said of a practice day. "And then like before a game, I just sometimes have to catch myself and be like maybe it's not the right time."