The Beast Inside Us All

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[krossan]

[thebeastinsideusall94]

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[thebeastinsideusall94]

[pinkadillydoo]

I JUST HAD THE BEST FCKING IDEA FOR A T SHIRT

[blackhole-imagines]

Grimmjow Sugar Daddy AU

I don’t even know what this is, sorry

If you can’t give him any actual sugar its not going to work and he’s going to make that very clear right off the bat, like he’s buying you all this nice shit. He’s not some old guy who need to coax women in with money

If you ask he’ll take it easy on you in the beginning but after that oh boy prepare to have your insides rearranged

Im talking finger shaped bruises on your hips, hicks, bite marks.

He also doesn’t mind if you mark him as well, he actually thinks its hot and it edges him on even more

expect to be arm candy, he want to show you off. Whether it at events or just being annoying showing the other Espadas how fkn hot you are

If he’s shopping by himself and he sees something he thinks you’ll look good in, he’ll buy it.

So sometimes you’ll get to his place and there will be a corner in his room filled with random stuff he bought for you

I head cannon him as a sugar daddy who would prefer a baby who keeps things interesting

He doesn’t like being provoked or irritated, but he doesn’t want someone who’s just an empty body he’ll get bored pretty fast

try to ride him every once in a while, you’ll fail, but hell love to see you try

he’s not very affectionate, but if somehow your agreement turned into

something more he’ll show he like you through very Grimmjow way of showing it

Lots of staring he might order your favorite food. He’ll be open to doing more domestic things with you like watching a movie while he touches you. look, you’ll know he cares if he cleans you up after sex

just don’t expect too much from him if you do catch feelings he might hurt your feelings

[thebeastinsideusall94]

I always feel so shitty once I become thane of solitude. My house is fucking giant and decorated really nicely and everything and my housecarl is awesome and then I go downstairs and she SLEEPS ON A BEDROLL IN MY BASEMENT!!?!?!?! WHAT THE HELL?!?! Why can’t I redecorate that storage room into a small bedroom for her?!?!?!

[ixrose]

#chris evans #in where he is actually steve rogers

[urulokid]

#when is chris evans not steve rogers though

[stravaganza]

[an-other-people-deactivated2013]

#when casting is perfect I begin to wonder about Marvel #do they secretly grow these people on farms #let them loose on the world for a while to establish lives #and then cast them as the role they were grown for

[booksandwildthings]

I have

no idea

what you’re

talking about

[skeletoncl0set]

i do believe this is my fifth time reblogging this

[ilovewintersoldiersandsebastian]

apart form sebastian though he goes from this to this

[lastitalianwitcholdblog]

seb’s the weird cousin

[lovemarvel-trash]

@justaweirdthoughtstuff

[smthsmthurmum]

This is amazing oml

[i-is-surrounded-by-idjits]

Seb’s the fanboy they grew to connect with the audience

[itsanerdlife]

@snowyseba This explains everything!

[marveldcmistress]

I’ve only seen this post in screenshots on pinterest. I love it.

[themcuhasruinedme]

I think you missed the other fanboy…

[ellysiacat]

Love this

[sexylibrarian1]

Everybody says Seb isn’t like Bucky… but he IS. He’s Bucky without a mask on. Bucky’s always wearing some sort of mask. Even around Steve. Seb is what Bucky would be like if he’d had the chance to just ~be~.

[that-sokovian-bastard]

UH THIS

[mmmaff-blog]

Um we’re forgetting someone…

[linaofthemyscira]

ITS FINALLY ON MY DASH YESSS

[perpetuallyvex]

Not to forget our “Wizard”:

[formerprincewille]

Aldjaksnana

[patient-wave]

I’ve found it. I’ve found the perfect post.

[im-fangirl-trash-okay-deactivat]

it’s on my dash jdnckdmd

[laufyeson]

these dorks lmaoo

[waywardwilled]

I love everyone omg they’re all so amazing???

[coffee-swimmer]

YES

[ryangosking]

Don’t forget

[eraemx]

Chris looks so hot in that first gif set

[jrubalcaba]

Omg I found THE original post! Holy shit I’ve only ever seen screenshots of this!

[sheridans-dynamos]

This post pops up on my dash every few months and I will never not reblog it.

[lokis-helmet]

This is too good to not reblog

[the-marvel-what-deactivated2020]

Everybody see this, this is the quality trash I came to Tumblr in the first place.

[daily-marvel-dose]

Also

[adjectivebear]

This post is ALMOST perfect, but we’re forgetting someone:

[vegetapsycho]

I AM OVERHWLEMED BY MARVELLOUS PERFECTION

[darkfrog24]

They can’t all have been made by the same people. Like four of them have the same name. Unless… they actually made hundreds and these are just the ones that survived the Harrowing…

[sassystarlightcollection-deacti]

Every time this pops up it gets better and more beautiful but also a lot more troublesome and concerning 😂😂

[biskitsstuff]

I have searched the endless seas of tumblr and I finally fucking found it. The MEGA MARVEL POST!!!!!!!! IT’S ON MY DASH FUCKERS

[alltheshatteredpieces]

the greatest post

[gaelgarcia]

Captain America: The First Avenger (2011) // Avengers: Endgame (2019)

[thebeastinsideusall94]

Hell is ...

Someone said to me : perspective is everything. You make your own hell

No darling...

Not always. Sometimes hell is around us, and all we see is sunshine and rainbows. Then the storm finally brews and the winds break down the boughs of the tree holding us up, we're falling from the support we relied on before we even rely on ourselves. Hell is broken nails and tear streaked cheeks but a tooth filled smile and a solid gait to the murder strut were forced to walk to not stumble over the bodies of those who royally fucked us over.

[lem0urohasmoved-deactivated2022]

boy

[lem0urohasmoved-deactivated2022]

boy

[lem0urohasmoved-deactivated2022]

daddygeets & bra! <3

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[scaryscarecrows]

Lose Your Soul

“Don’t. Move.”

He can’t breathe. He can’t breathe he can’t breathe god please not like this-

“The fuck you doing!”

The gun swivels towards the woods, only for a second, but he takes advantage to sprint around the side of the house, out of range. If he can double back to the road…but Kitty doesn’t know the way back…

Where is she?

The door flies open and he darts to the other side

Can’t help her if you’re dead, idiot!

and peers around the corner. The man’s halfway between the house and the woods, head tilted like he’s trying to smell the air. Jonathan pauses, weighing his chances on reaching the main road without being shot,

Not good too much open ground where the hell is she?

and lunges up the porch and into the house. The slam of the door gets the man’s attention, but this old place has a sturdy bar in addition to the lock. Okay, okay, window, attic ladder…

Now what?

He sinks to the floor under the window and takes deep breaths. Okay. Okay, there’s no shouting or screaming or gunfire, so Kitty’s probably fine. She may not know where she’s going, but neither does the gunman, more than likely.

Okay. Okay, new plan. Find Kitty (she can’t have gotten that far), and leave and never, ever, ever speak of this again. Maybe not even go home. He’s never hotwired a car, but how hard can it really be, idiots do it all the time-

Okay.

He takes three deep breaths and forces himself to stand up and look outside. Nothing. That’s good, he reminds himself, that means he can leave the house and that Kitty’s (probably) not dead.

He pushes the door open, wincing at the creak, and pokes his head out. Nothing. It’s gotten eerily quiet, save for the wind. Well, he’ll probably hear if anyone tries to sneak up on him. Hopefully.

Kitty?

Nothing. He makes his way off the porch, freezing at every small sound. Where the hell is she?

Thunder rumbles in the distance. Okay. Woods. If Kitty’s got any sense, she’ll have stuck close to the edge rather than risk getting lost. (Though, they are here to begin with, so…)

He’ll go with that, because it’s a place to start.

Now, in the dark, he takes back every uncharitable, ‘those aren’t real woods’ thought he’s ever had and replaces them with new uncharitable, ‘great, woods’ thoughts. There’s more trees than he realized and up close, they’re nowhere near as spindly as they look from the road. He hates nature, he decides, and if he survives this and Granny doesn’t kill him before he’s eighteen, he’s going somewhere with no nature whatsoever. ‘Cept maybe a park, because those are unavoidable, now where is she she can’t be dead there was no gunshot-

He’s maybe ten feet in-the house is just visible, anyway-when a clump of leaves falls on his head. He looks up, expecting a bird, and is mistaken.

“Kitty?” She holds a finger to her lips and he lowers his voice. “Where’d he go?”

She points and gestures frantically for him to come up. He’s about to argue-maybe they can make it if they run-when the whistling reaches his ears and you know, never mind, no they can’t.

He feels horribly exposed up here-these trees are sparse-but it’s dark and it’s not like they’re at eye level or anything.

Kitty’s fine-a little scratched up, probably from getting up here in the first place-but she’s pale and, as he finds out when she reaches over to grab his arm, shaking like a leaf.

“You’re okay.” she breathes. “I wasn’t sure if he’d caught you-”

The whistling moves a little closer and she shuts up, fingers gripping his sleeve. It stops abruptly, but Jonathan has no idea if they’ve been spotted or not.

“I know you’re around here somewhere.” a voice sing-songs from…somewhere over there. Too close, that’s all he knows. “Come on out, we need to have a talk.” There’s a flash of lightning and they both try to melt into the tree trunk. “Just a talk, that’s all. Don’t be frightened, I won’t hurt you.”

Maybe death hurts, you don’t know.

Crunch, crunch.

He can’t see down there any more than the man (presumably) can see up here, but the footsteps sound close. This is worse than anything Granny’s ever done, worse by far-

The man steps into view, head shiny as Granny’s prized silver. Kitty’s fingers tighten to a near-painful degree.

Don’t look up, don’t look up…

One of them is born cursed. The man stops, looks from side to side, and then looks up.

“Hi.”

Everything goes numb and clear and loud and no no he’s imagining this he always did have a vivid imagination-

“Come down here, please.”

He’s going to be sick maybe that’d get him to go away nobody wants to be puked on do they-

“Don’t make me ask you again.”

Going down there has a slightly higher chance of Not Dying but he doesn’t want to he doesn’t want to-

Breathe. Don’t lose your head, that’s how you die.

He takes a steadying breath and makes his way back down, Kitty right behind him. He has no ideas, none whatsoever apart from no sudden movements.

“Come on. Run, and I’ll shoot you.”

Yeah. He gathered. Nice to have confirmation.

He’s expecting them to be marched deeper into the woods, but instead they go back to the house. Makes sense, he supposes. Grave’s already there, just widen it a little.

“Inside. Don’t do anything silly.”

The door shuts behind them like a coffin lid closing and the walls seem to close in around them. The man glances at the trunk, raises an eyebrow, and says, “Sit down.”

When neither of them move-for his part, the words just haven’t registered-he shoots a bullet into the floor and shouts, “Now!”

Words registered. Sitting down now.

Once they’re down, the man props the shotgun against the wall and sits down on the bed, looking from one to the other.

“Nosey little shits, huh?”

“Small town.” Jonathan shoots back, regrets it immediately. Fortunately, the man just thinks that’s funny. Or pretends to.

“Yeah, y’know, I was a nosey kid, too. ‘Til I walked in on my parents.” He’d been happy without that knowledge, thanks. “You got any smart remarks, honey?”

For once in your life, SAY NO.

Kitty swallows and forces a paper-thin smile.

“No.”

“Smart girl.”

Not exactly.

“We didn’t see anything.” she continues, and it’s an effort to look like he agrees with this. “We just came out here for, um…y’know…” She shrugs. “My parents are home and his parents are home and-”

“Why were you up by the house, then?”

“It’s supposedly haunted.” Jonathan mumbles. “She dared me to come up and touch it, that’s all.”

The man sighs.

“You two are awful liars.”

“It’s the truth!”

“Mm-hm, and my name’s Plenty o’Toole.” Huh? “You were nosing around before.”

“Told you. It’s haunted. We were ghost-hunting.”

“Your bad luck, guys.” He leans forward. “Now. You’re from around here, aren’t you?”

“Yes.”

“You know Wicker?”

“No.”

“Bullshit. You small towns always know everybody.” Damn near, but not this time! “So where’s his money?”

“What?”

“The money, kiddo.” Don’t call me kiddo. “Wicker’s buried gold, where is it?”

Seriously? They’re in this predicament because of imaginary gold? He is going to be murdered and left for the crows because of imaginary gold?

“There isn’t any, look at this place!” Kitty’s fingers, icy cold, grip his. “S’just a story, that’s all! If you were dumb enough to believe it-”

“Shut up!” He silences. The man leans over and picks up the gun. “Look. This sucks for you, I get it. Should’ve thought about that before you got nosey.”

He’s got a half-formed idea of DUCK ‘N RUN when the gun comes up in front of his head. He can almost feel the warmth radiating off it and his idea promptly turns to no no please no.

“Wait!” Kitty shut up now. “Wait, wait-we’ll help you look. Yeah? We’ll help you look for it.”

The man raises an eyebrow and for a second Jonathan thinks he’ll be shot out of spite, but then the gun lowers. A little. It’s not aimed directly at his head, anyway. Not that being shot in the chest is any better. Might be worse. That might lead to him choking to death on blood and bits of his ribs.

Kitty keeps talking, the words becoming nearly unintelligible in her rush to get them out.

“S’better to have more eyes, innit? It’s a big lot, could be anywhere, and killing us means you have to hope no one comes looking-” Don’t go there, he doesn’t need any ideas. “-so really making us help is the safer choice-”

“Shut up.” She stops talking. “I don’t want your help. You’ll make a run for it.”

He’d love to chime in and say no, but he’s still stuck on ‘open mouth, get shot’.

“We won’t.” she says. “Promise we won’t, just please-”

The gun doesn’t waver and he starts mentally counting his breaths, knowing damn well they’ll be cut off any second-

There’s a flash of lightning outside and the thunder rolls up, building before crashing. The man flinches and why is he holding a gun when he’s jumpy that’s how accidents happen.

Is that smoke? He risks a glance upwards. Maybe…it’s a little hazy, but that could be fear.

Fires don’t start that fast-

-but with all the lightning, who knows how long it’s been going. And this little shack…they’re sitting in kindling.

Great.

Kitty’s started talking again and he wishes she’d shut up is she trying to get herself shot?

“…wouldn’t even have to dig, just tell us where to-”

There’s a creak-old house settling or old house burning? Whatever it is, it catches the man’s attention. He looks up, grip on the gun slackening.

“What-”

It’s monumentally stupid, but he doesn’t have a better plan-he lunges forward and grabs hold of the gun, pulls hard.

To his utter shock, he’s successful. Nearly falls backwards, actually.

“What the fuck-”

The gun’s heavy in his hands, heavy and hot and he doesn’t know what the hell to do with it now, but he gets a grip on it and points it forward, pretending it’s not shaking.

“Up against the wall.” Hell, everything is shaking tonight, from his voice to his knees.

“Kid, you’re gonna hurt yourself.”

“Now!”

He stands up, trying not to drop the gun, and takes a steadying breath. Kitty gets up and steps back.

He could, feasibly, shoot the man. No one knows he’s here. Hell, if there were ever ‘the world’s easiest murder’, he could commit it right now. He could even say it was an accident, if he ever did get caught. Say his finger twitched or something.

It’d be easy.

“Jonathan.” Kitty’s voice is nearly silent. “We need to go to the police.”

Like they’ll do anything. Like they care.

There’s another creak from upstairs. It’d be easy. Hell, if the place really is on fire, he’s got a ready-made body disposal.

Kitty tugs on the back of his shirt.

“Jonathan.”

“He’ll be gone. By the time we get back, he’ll be gone.” He knows he’s speaking way too fast, but she needs to get this, they don’t have a choice. “They won’t find him, you know they won’t-”

“Don’t.” Her voice is still that borderline-silent, not-normal tone. “Just don’t, you…” She takes a shuddery breath. “Please.”

He doesn’t lower the gun.

“If you move, I will shoot you.” he says, forcing his voice not to shake. “Is that clear?”

The man shrugs.

“Sure, kid.”

He’ll follow. Jonathan knows he’ll follow, he should just-

“Do you have a belt?”

“Why.”

He nods toward the bed.

“To keep him from running.”

There’s a clinking noise, followed by fabric-rubbing-on-fabric.

“Yeah.”

“Go sit in front of the bed with your hands behind you.”

If the man has a smart comment, he keeps it to himself and walks, slowly, to the bed. Kitty climbs on top of it and leans down, belt in hand.

Jonathan’s half-expecting the man to try to grab her (and has no idea what to do if he does), but apparently he’s not willing to risk being shot, because he sits still, shaking his head, while she ties his wrists together and knots the belt to the bedpost. He still breathes a little easier when she’s out of grabbing range, knots or no.

He keeps the gun up until they’re on the porch, and it’s not until they’re down the steps that he sets it down and nearly falls down after it. He’s spent-there’s no sleep coming for him for a while, he can just tell.

Kitty hugs him-or maybe just can’t stand on her own. He has no idea.

“I thought for a minute you were gonna shoot him.” she mumbles into his shirt. He laughs, a high, strangled noise.

“I thought for a minute I was gonna shoot him.”

They stand there for a minute-Jonathan, for his part, is trying to pull himself together enough to walk home without collapsing in the road.

“Come on.” he says at last, once his legs feel strong enough to take more than five steps. “We need to go.”

They’ve just climbed-slowly, shakily-over the fence, when there’s a splintering noise and a scream. They spin around, wobbling a little, and dear god.

The roof’s fallen in. There’s no heaping blaze, but there is smoke and a low, red glow.

“Oh my god.” Kitty whispers. “Jonathan-”

He’s not jumping the fence to pull the man out. It was a cloth belt, maybe he cut through it, or it burned through. Why should he go and see?

He wipes dust and streaks off his glasses and glances up again. There’s no sound, now, but the window’s blowin’ hard and the red glow seems to be getting brighter.

“I’m sure he’s fine.” he says softly. “The knot wasn’t that tight.”

He expects her to protest.

“I guess you’re right.” She steps back, pauses, and takes his sleeve. “It’s late. By the time the police get here, he’ll be gone.”

“Probably.”

They walk in silence for a little while, and the road’s just starting to turn towards home when she stops.

“I can’t sleep, not after that.” Okay. “Want to see if there’s anything at the bridge?”

This time his laugh’s a little more normal.

“Sure.”

THE END

[mighty-peacock]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 23/23 Fandom: Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Alduin/Female Dovahkiin | Dragonborn, Argis the Bulwark/Female Dovahkiin | Dragonborn Characters: Alduin, Female Dovahkiin | Dragonborn, Female Nord Dovahkiin | Dragonborn, Vahlok the Jailor, Original Dragon Character(s), Argis the Bulwark, Original Male Nord Character(s), Lydia (Elder Scrolls), Farkas (Elder Scrolls) Additional Tags: Solstheim, Eventual Smut, Transformation, Graphic Description, Slow Burn, Enemies to Lovers, Kidnapping, Realm Hopping, Intimidation, Baby Dragon, Forced Parenting, Breastfeeding, Sexual Tension, Extremely Dubious Consent, Blood Kink, Begging, restrained, Rough Sex, Aftercare, Masturbation, Cunnilingus, Edgeplay, Fantasizing, Possessive Behavior, Come Marking, Multiple Orgasms, Spanking, Humiliation, Vaginal Fingering, Dragonborn - Freeform, Reincarnation, Swearing, Multiple Dragonborns, Character Death, Public Sex, Exhibitionism, Hero Complex, Knotting, Fluff Series: Part 1 of Fahliil-Sunvaar-Wahlaan

[thebeastinsideusall94]

/delayed because my phone is stupid and wouldn’t post/

Not how I wanted to start this year, severe cold and it’s kicking my butt. But it won’t stop me! For every week of the new year, I’m posting a quote to inspire writers. I’ve finally decided on my novel, and am working on it. My goal is to have it mostly done before the year is out, here’s to 2019 goals! So!

Week 1 #2019 “Very few writers really know what they are doing until they’ve done it.” Anne Lamott

[tescosfinest-deactivated2013111]

i’m using Internet Explorer, i hope this posts quickly. happy new year 2011

[glowstickhaloboy]

its awesome because the longer this post circulates the funnier it will get

[redhoodshood]

It Just Happened

Summary: You and Bruce have been best friends since forever. Along the way, you two got together but didn’t even realize it but everyone assumes you’re married. The boys are curious so with Alfred’s help you remember the day you got together. 

Requested by: @kitty-and-bats-0

Characters: Batmom!Reader X Bruce Wayne. Jason, Alfred, Dick, Tim, and Damian.

Word count: 1,722

Warning(s): None!

Tagging: @ravennightingaleandavatempus @nxttime @batette @redhoodjessicaleeigh @lilylovelyxo @thebeastinsideusall94 @kitty-and-bats-0 @totallovelesson @jasontoddismyhusband @cassiopeia-barrow @baebecca @bluudhavens @purgatoryeclipse @diamarisanz @pythiaaa @bi-fi-here @stumblingintowonderland @xapham @horror-w3irdo @probsjosh @catchthatrobin @tweedledee84 @redhoodparker @breecandraw

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