#goodnight moon goodnight house etc etc

[pinguwrites]

In The Light of the Moon | Thomas Shelby

Pairing -> dark!thomas shelby x innocent!reader

Summary -> Having enough of being mistreated by your family, you decide to runaway to the small town of Birmingham. There, you meet the feared gangster, Thomas Shelby, whose intentions with you are less than pure.

Warnings -> smut (minors dni), kinda dark tommy, innocent!reader, mentions of abuse, p in v, anal, oral (both sides), fingering, allusion to stalking, bunny pet name (briefly, as a joke), lingerie, spanking, very light breeding, bleeding, pain, first time for reader

Word count: 5k

Disclaimer: Peaky Blinders characters, plots, quotes, etc. do not belong to me and belong to the rightful owner(s). This is only fanfiction and this is just for fun.

“Where do you think you’re going, sweetheart?” Tommy asked, taking a quick drag of his cigarette, the white smoke curling up in the cold, bitter air.

You hugged your body with your arms and averted your eyes. “Sir, I have to go home. It’s almost night.”

Tommy raised an eyebrow, amused. “Home? The streets?”

You didn’t have anything to say to that. You were sleeping on the streets, ever since you ran away from your abusive family in London. You had nothing with you but a bag of sandwiches you were carefully portioning, some cash, and the things you were wearing — a light skirt with intricate pink patterns and boots.

“Are you here just to make fun of me?” you said, a little annoyed.

He stepped forward and brushed his fingers against your cheek. You shuddered at the feeling, involuntary leaning into his warm touch, but then you realized what you were doing and backed away.

“Such a pretty girl,” he complimented. When you pulled away, he stopped his caressing, but he didn’t bother to create space between you two. No, he seemed to like the way things were. “Where’s your family?”

“You don’t need to know,” you huffed. You were trying to sound intimidating, but your tone betrayed your emotions. You were vulnerable, without a clue of what to do.

He laughed. “You have some bite, sweetheart. Tell me, what’s your name? I told you mine.”

You hesitated.

“What’s your name?” he repeated, more forceful. “Or do you just want me to call you girl? Perhaps bunny?” He chuckled. “You’re cute like one. Ought to get you some fluffy ears and tail, maybe a collar . . .”

“I’m not a bunny!”

This man was embarrassing you. Why’d he have to say things like that? The idea of you wearing an outfit like that, probably provocative based on the manner he was suggesting, made you feel small and upset. How could he say such things so freely?

“Then what’s your name?”

You grumbled but told him anyway.

“Good girl.”

You ignored the way his words made your body tingle and warm up in all the wrong places.

“Now, did you run away?”

“Why are you so curious?” you questioned, not wanting to tell him. What if he got in contact with your family and found out about the reward they were offering for your return?

“Because you’re a strange girl who shouldn’t be here, on my fuckin’ property, and I like to know who goes on my property and why.”

“Are you a gangster, Mr. Shelby?”

You were starting to think this man wasn’t just some wealthy mayor, but rather a criminal, the kind you were always warned about. He was far too crass to be of a higher class, but he certainly had power, or he wouldn’t be acting this way.

Tommy took another puff of his cigarette. “Ah, so you know a thing or two. Thought you’d be stupid.”

“I’m not—” you cut yourself off, not wanting to engage in such useless conversation. “We’re done here. Goodnight, Mr. Shelby.”

He grabbed your wrist before you could leave. “You think I’m letting you go out there, alone? With no family to keep you safe, no man to protect you? No. You’re coming home with me. I’ll give food, shelter, nice clothes,” he tugged at your dirty dress, “a place to sleep. How does that sound?”

“I don’t even know you!” you sputtered out. “I can’t go to a stranger’s house and live with them.”

His eyes darkened. “And what is the alternative? Lay on concrete? Starve to death? Wait for some bastard to come along and hurt you the way sick men like to hurt little girls?”

You were at a loss. You had nothing to say, no argument to defend yourself. Staying at Tommy’s place sounded comfortable, but you couldn’t.

“I—I can’t.”

Tommy sighed and pulled you closer to him. “I’m just telling ya’, you wouldn’t be a burden on me. I won’t harm you, and I won’t touch you if you don’t want it.”

“You’re touching me right now!”

"There's a difference," he growled, pushing you up against him, his face inches from yours. "I'm protecting you. Do you think I’d hurt you?”

You whimpered, scared. “N-no. I—I don’t know!” you stuttered. “I barely know you, Mr. Shelby.”

You turned your head so you didn’t have to be so close to him, or look him directly in the eyes.

“You’re staying with me,” he said in your ear, his breath tickling your skin.

“. . . Yes, sir,” you breathed out, flustered at the close proximity.

===

Tommy led you back to his apartment. He got you some food and water, a cozy room to sleep in, and a hot bath. He was so generous with everything, and though you were cautious of him at first, you couldn’t help but let your fantasies run wild.

Before you could start daydreaming, Tommy entered the washroom, holding something behind his back.

You shrieked. You had just gotten out of the water and were drying yourself off with the towel, but it was too small to cover your entire body. You squeezed your legs together and covered your chest.

“You can’t be in here!”

Tommy laughed and ignored your words. “Why not? It’s my place.” But he looked away. “You were taking a while, that’s why I came in. I was worried.”

“I’m fine, you can leave now.”

“And what will you wear?”

You didn’t think of that. He hadn’t given you any clothes yet.

He showed you what he was holding, but it didn’t even look like proper clothing, rather undergarments and a skimpy top. You stared at it for a moment, before realizing he was expecting you to take it.

“I can’t wear that,” you protested.

He sighed. “‘I can’t do this’, ‘I can’t do that’, when are you going to learn to do as I tell you? I want to see you wear this, so wear it.”

You didn’t complain after that, though you did hesitate. You made him turn around while you changed, trying to fit the skimpy clothing on your body.

The bra was white and comfortable, but it would easily slip down if someone wanted it to. It accentuated the curve of your tits. It was the sexiest thing you’d ever worn, and you felt horrified at the thought of Tommy seeing you in this thing. It made you feel like a . . . like a prostitute.

The panty barely covered your ass. It was all hanging out for show. What is the point of such outfits? It’s useless! you thought.

“You can turn around now, sir. Just, please don’t stare.”

He did stare, he stared at every part of you like a hungry beast, ready to tear his prey apart. You felt wanted under his gaze, but the whole situation was making you feel a little uncomfortable. You weren’t used to behaving like this, you weren’t used to being around men like Tommy. It was all so new and daunting.

“Walk towards me,” he ordered.

You did so, hugging your body with your arms — a bad habit. Your tits were bouncing slightly with every step, but you made sure it wasn't too obvious. You couldn't help but wonder what your family would think if they saw you like this.

How have you gone from being a rich girl to living on the streets to the arms of a handsome gangster?

“Oh, that’s a nice view, sweetheart.” He licked his lips. “Turn around now.”

You did that as well.

“You see that scrubber on the floor?”

You looked, spotting the thing you used to wash yourself. It must have fallen at some point.

“Yeah, do you want me to pick it up?”

“That’s right.”

You knew your bum would be clear to him if you did, but it was your fault it was on the floor, and you felt bad about it. It was your obligation to pick it up, right? You didn't want to be a poor guest.

"Don't look."

You bent over and picked it up. Mr. Shelby let out a heavy sigh and you immediately felt something poking your behind. He was pressing his body up against you! You tried to get up, but he pushed you back down, holding your waist and shoulder so you didn’t fall over.

“What are you doing?!” You couldn't move with the way he was holding you. It was such a compromising situation, what was he trying to pull?

“You’re so easy,” he groaned. “You don’t question why I want you to wear those things? Or maybe you do know . . . dirty girl.”

He picked and placed you over his shoulders, carrying you through the apartment hallways. He led you over to his room, placing you down on his bed despite you smacking your hands against his back.

“You said you wouldn’t touch me!”

“Only if you didn’t want it. But you want this, don’t you?”

“No!” You tried to get off his bed but he pushed you back down with a thud. “. . . Maybe. I don’t know! I’ve never done this before."

You didn't even know what exactly he wanted to do with you. You were vaguely aware of promiscuous activities ungentlemanly men got up to at night, and that it could sometimes result in babies, but you were uneducated on the details.

His gaze softened. “It’s alright, sweetheart. I know you’re a virgin. I’ll be gentle at first, okay?” He gave you a rough kiss, his tongue flicking against your bottom lip.

"Mmph!"

You tried to push him off you but he wouldn't have any of it. He pinned your arms above your head and continued to ravish you, nipping at your neck with his teeth, running his hands all over your body — your arms, your stomach, your thighs, all the way down to your feet.

His lips finally left yours, but before you could say anything, they were back on.

You couldn't deny, it felt good. This was the best you'd ever felt your entire life, even more so than that one time your desires got the best of you and you tried touching yourself, though that was probably because that time resulted in a swift confession and punishment.

Tommy started grinding his hips between your legs, making you moan against his mouth. He pulled away, still rolling his body. "See? You're enjoying it." He let go of your hands, to which you immediately gripped the back of his shirt. “I know you want this,” he continued. “Say you want this.”

You didn’t say anything, too overwhelmed to respond. You weren’t sure what you wanted.

He stopped and you whined.

“Say you want this,” he said, his nose brushing up against yours. “Say you want me to fuck you.”

“I don’t know, Mr. Shelby. I shouldn’t . . .”

“But you should,” he convinced. “I won’t dump you after I’m done. I’ll take care of you. You’ll live here, with me, okay? You’ll be my sweetheart, my pet.”

He leaned down to kiss you again, but you placed your hands against his chest.

“I don’t know how to have—how to,” you struggled to find the words.

“How to what? Fuck?” He laughed. “I’ll teach ya’. What do you know?”

It felt weird saying it out loud, but you did. “A man and a woman need to be married,” — Tommy huffed at that — “and a man is supposed to take his . . . well, I’m not sure, but he’s supposed to take a part of him and put it inside a woman’s privates.”

“There’s a lot you don’t know,” he said, but he didn’t look upset at your lack of knowledge. “I’ll show you, but first I’ll tell you what I’m going to do. Do you want to know what I’m going to do to you?”

You nodded your head slowly in anticipation, not ready for how vulgar it was going to be.

“I’m going to split you open on my cock and fuck you till you go dumb,” he said, grabbing his crotch. “This thing here, it’s called a cock, and I’ve got the best one you’ll ever see.” He pulled it out, a hard length, too long and thick to possibly fit in you. It was throbbing, with some type of liquid leaking out the top. “Look at it. This is what I’m going to ram inside your holes — all three of them.”

Your breathing hitched and you gasped. “All of them? I don’t understand—”

He interrupted you by forcing two of his fingers down your throat, making you gag and sputter, tears welling up in your eyes. “My cock will go inside your mouth first. It’ll make me feel good. I’ll teach you how to suck properly, how to lick, how to swallow.”

He removed his now wet fingers, letting you relax for a brief moment, but then he flipped you over onto your stomach and pulled your panties down, giving a nice, hard slap to your ass.

You yelped.

He spread your cheeks apart and pushed his finger in your hole, just a little bit, to give you the idea. You squirmed. It didn’t hurt that much, but you were sure if he went further in it would.

“Then here, sweetheart. We’ll spend a lot of time here. It’s always been my favorite.”

You thought about how his cock was supposed to fit in there. His fingers already felt too big. 

“It won’t fit—”

“—It will. I’ll shove it in until it does.” 

His hand snaked under your stomach and down between your legs. “And here.” He brushed his fingers against your folds and over your entrance. “Your pussy. I’ll fuck it, and you’ll take it, like the good girl I know you are.”

You felt your heart beat against your chest like it was going to jump out. In excitement or fear, you did not know.

“Will it hurt?”

“Yes, and it may even bleed, but only for a while. I promise I’ll make it feel good. Now, flip over and spread your legs.”

You rested on your back and widened your legs, wondering what he was going to do when he placed a pillow under your hips, moved your panty to the side, and kissed your pussy with fervor.

“What are you doing?” you asked curiously, the sensation feeling warm and weird.

“I need to get you ready, and I want to show you what an orgasm feels like.”

“An orgasm?”

“You’ll see.”

He flicked his tongue over your bud, sucking on it, holding your hips in place. It felt like heaven, enough to make you forget your guilt and focus on the way he was eating you out. 

“Oh,” you moaned softly, looking down at Tommy. He was looking up at you, observing your reactions, trying to see if this made you feel good or that. He was doing it with such precision, too. It felt sloppy and messy, the sounds of his kisses a loud pucker, but it couldn’t have been unthoughtful, because it felt so good.

He kept doing it. Your body was tingling as he started to get more passionate, finally pushing his tongue inside your pussy.

“Huh,” you let out.

“I’m going to put my fingers inside now,” he told you. “Just relax.” He slid his hand up and down your thigh soothingly. “Relax.”

You loosened your tense muscles and rested your head on the pillow. You shut your eyes, trying to let your thoughts go blank, but the sudden intrusion of his finger was too painful for you to ignore.

“It hurts,” you whispered.

“I’ll go slower.”

He pushed in a little further. He wasn’t going slower, or at least, it didn’t feel like he was.

“How much more needs to go in?”

“About three more quarters of what’s already there,” he guessed. “But I’ll need to put two more fingers in after that, and then my cock.”

You looked down at his cock. It was still open, hanging firm out of his trousers. Huge and thick and fat. You were sure he was lying when he said it would fit. You imagined him trying to push it in, but failing, because how could that possibly make its way inside you?

“I wish it didn’t hurt, sweetheart. I wish I could take away your pain.”

Now his finger was halfway through. It was like someone had placed an object where it was not meant to be. How could this be natural if it was so painful?

“Just a little bit more.” He continued running his other hand up and down your thigh. “You’re taking it so well.”

He pushed the rest of it in, letting it stay for a bit.

“Shh,” he soothed. He brushed your hair out of your face, curling his finger inside. “You’re alright, you’ll be alright.”

He pulled his finger out. There was a bit of blood on it, mixing with your clear juices. 

“I’m sorry,” you apologized, looking away. It was disgusting.

“No, don’t apologize. It’s normal. I won’t have you feeling ashamed of yourself.”

He added another and did the same thing. Eventually, he was pushing in and out at a slow, steady pace. It was horribly painful, but it was starting to feel a little good, especially with the way he started licking your pussy again.

“One more. Just one more.”

You cried out. “Too much!”

He didn’t respond.

Your walls were being stretched, and you felt like you were a stretchy piece of fabric about to get ripped apart. But the pleasure of his tongue managed to counter it a little.

You felt a strange sensation in your belly, coupled with pain.

“I—I,” you tried to say.

“I know. Come for me, sweetheart. Come on my fingers.”

You came — whatever that meant. You felt like you were at some peak, a little dizzy in the head, with some substance leaking out of your body.

You panicked, worried it was something else, but to your shock, it was white, and Tommy was lapping it up.

“W-what’s that?”

“Your cum. It’s what happens when you orgasm.”

You nodded your head in understanding, even though you didn’t fully understand. It was like heaven, pure bliss, and as long as it was happening, you were fine with being ignorant. You just wanted to feel that way again, and you wanted to make Tommy feel that way, too. 

“Are you ready, sweetheart?”

Tommy took his cock in his hands and gave it a few pumps. You sat up. He pushed the tip to your lips and you gave it a lick. It was an alright taste. 

You looked up at Tommy nervously, running your fingers down his length.

“Just leave some kisses along it,” he instructed. “I’m not expecting your first time to be perfect.”

You did as he said. He didn’t make any noises, but you were observant and could tell his breathing was getting a little uneven. When you put his tip in your mouth, his hand went to the back of your head, guiding and gentle.

You pulled away. “Do I just . . . take it all?”

“Yes, sweetheart. It’s okay if you gag, just push it all the way in. Breathe through your nose.”

Calming your nerves, you slipped about a fourth of his cock into your mouth, wetting it, swirling your tongue around the way you did sweets like ice cream. 

“Use your hands for what can’t fit.”

You started pumping the rest of his length, the way you saw him do.

Tommy finally made a noise, a little groan. It made you feel more confident that what you were doing was right, so you started sucking more passionately, with more enthusiasm, taking in more of his length — enough to make a difference, but not enough to make you gag.

Tommy let out a little choke and started pushing your head down on him. “Think you can take all of it?”

You couldn’t say anything with your mouth filled, but it was a yes. You wanted to push yourself.

“Good.”

He gave a quick, experimental thrust into your mouth, one that made you gag. Tears welled up in your eyes, but it was gone after a few seconds. It was just so unexpected. It didn’t hurt much, it just felt odd and uncomfortable.

He kept thrusting, pushing his cock deeper and deeper inside your mouth. Every time you thought it couldn’t go any further, he proved you wrong. Now you really were crying. You thought that maybe he would stop, but all he did was make a shushing sound and wipe away your tears.

You tried to make the experience as pleasurable as possible for him, and it seemed to be satisfying enough because he didn’t ask you to do anything different. He just had that blank stare, grunting, the only sounds in the room ones of him and the slurping noise you were making.

After a few more minutes, he told you he was coming, and forced you to swallow his sticky, white liquid. 

He pulled out and you coughed. 

You went to him for some comfort, but he was already leaving the room.

You were confused, your throat sore, but then he came back with a glass of water and a wet towel. He cleaned off your face and helped you drink. It made you feel much better.

“I’m tired, Mr. Shelby,” you said.

“Such a princess,” he responded. “Have to do some work once and decide you don’t like it? Just want your own pleasure?”

His words made you look down. Now that you knew how it felt to orgasm that was all you wanted to do, but you would be lying to yourself if you said you didn’t enjoy your mouth on Tommy’s cock. You were sure that you would get used to it after a few more times, and soon it would stop feeling so uncomfortable. 

“No.”

“It’s okay. All you have to do now is take it.”

You remembered his words. He was going to take your ass next. 

“Can’t we wait a bit—?”

“No,” he growled, pushing you on your hands and knees. “I’ve waited too fuckin’ long.”

Waited too long?

“And besides,” he continued. “Don’t you want this?”

“Yeah,” you said quietly. “But I just want a little break—”

He slapped your ass hard and you cried out. “What do I have to do to make you listen to me, huh? Is it a good spanking? ‘cause I can do that.”

“No,” you whimpered. “I’ll be good, m’sorry.”

He spanked you again, pulling your underwear all the way down and tossing it to the side of the room. “I think I do want to spank you. Pretty, rich girls like you don’t get much discipline, eh?”

You did, but you didn’t know how to say it.

He pulled your top down a little, to reveal some small scars. You knew he could see them, but you couldn’t see his reaction.

“Are you going to be a good girl for me?” he asked.

“Yes, yes!”

“And what does that mean?”

“It means doing as you tell me, sir.”

Satisfied with your response, he rubbed your sore ass, trying to make it feel better.

He grabbed a bottle from the nightstand and applied it on his hands. “This is lube, sweetheart. It’ll reduce the friction.”

He slid his lubed-up finger in your ass and you hissed.

It was the same process he did with your pussy. He pushed in and out, stretching out your hole. It hurt, and you were sure it was bleeding a little, but after a while, it began to feel pleasurable.

Tommy’s fingers started rubbing your clit, distracting you from the pain. He pressed the tip of his fat cock in your ass, shoving it inside it.

“Mr. Shelby, slow down!” you squeaked out.

He didn’t listen. He pushed his cock further in, and it made you feel like your insides were going to snap if he stretched them too much.

“Mmm,” you winced, “is that all?”

“Fuck. That’s only half.”

Tommy held your shoulder with his other hand on your waist. “So tight,” he murmured, pushing further in. “You’re going to make a good pet, I can tell.”

The term was degrading, but you didn’t say anything, not like you had the guts to when he was inside you, not after he warned you that you would get a spanking if you didn’t behave like a good girl.

“Oh, Mr. Shelby.”

He pushed himself all the way in. You felt so full of his cock, and you had half a mind to ask him to stop. He was beginning to move, slowly at first, making sure that you were okay with it.

“You alright, sweetheart?” Tommy asked. The hand on your waist moved to your top, his fingers sliding underneath it.

“Y-yeah.”

“Good.”

He picked up the pace, his balls slapping against your body. Suddenly, the force of his thrusting was pushing you forward, the only thing stopping you from falling over was his grip. You cried out, the pain and pleasure too much for you to handle. 

Your breasts started to bounce, but their movement was being held by the top he gave you, which Tommy slowly pulled up. Tommy pinched your nipples, flicking them, twisting them, pulling on them, whatever he wanted. You whined, half-heartedly trying to shove him away, but while he did stop, he was still cupping your breasts in his hands, continuing to ram your ass. 

‘This is what I want from you,” he grunted, thrusting his cock deeper and deeper inside. “Most days, I’ll want to fuck you like this. I’ll — ah — I’ll expect you to be ready on your hands and knees when I tell you to.”

Occasionally, you could feel the scrape of his pants against your skin, reminding you that his clothes were still on. You moaned when he started rubbing your clit more vigorously.

“Spread your legs further apart,” he ordered.

You did, which only made him gain access to a deeper part inside of you. 

He continued his brutal assault for a couple more minutes until he changed his position. He forced you to lay down on your stomach while he draped his body over your back, thrusting stiff and rough. Now, he could start kissing your shoulders, the back of your neck, any part of your body he couldn’t reach before.

He finally came into your hole, his whiteness spurting out. You could feel it drip out and down your thighs. You tried to wipe it away but he wouldn’t let you.

He flipped you over on your back. He took off your top completely, admiring your naked body. Despite the fact that this man had just taken your virginity, his hungry stare made you cover yourself up. You supposed it was because you weren’t used to it.

“Oi!”

You immediately sprawled your body, fearing a reprimand. 

“There ya’ go.”

He grabbed another wet towel and wiped off your body. He told you it was important, to keep clean and safe.

As you expected, he didn’t give you much of a break. In this hour, you figured that he could only fuck you — or prefer to — when his cock was hard, and within a few moments, it was already starting to rise up.

Once he got his cock inside your pussy, all the way in, despite your squirms, he started fucking — rough, hard, and fast.

“So good,” he praised. “So good for me.”

You whined in response. He was gripping your waist like his life depended on it, making sure you couldn’t squirm or move away. 

“You’re learning so well. Keep still.”

His movements were making the bed and your body shake. You whined, pathetic mewls leaving your mouth. You really weren’t sure how much more of this you could take. Your limbs were starting to feel sore and your mind foggy, like if you didn’t take a break you would pass out from the sheer intensity of the moment alone.

But you didn’t want to. You fought to open your eyes. You didn’t want Tommy to know you couldn’t take it anymore, that would be embarrassing. 

He finally came inside of you, locking your hips together as he murmured something about your breasts getting bigger and swollen, which you didn’t understand, but didn’t ask for clarification regardless.

He pulled out and collapsed beside you, droplets of sweat trickling down his forehead. He was exhausted, and so were you.

After taking a few minutes to yourselves, Tommy said, “I’m never going to let you go, you hear me? Never.”

You didn’t say anything. Somewhere in all that fucking you had accepted your fate. You belonged to Thomas Shelby now, and that was just the way things had to be.

“I ran away,” you finally confessed. “My family . . . they weren’t nice to me. Promise me,” you said seriously, looking into Tommy’s beautiful eyes. “Promise me you won’t send me back. If . . . if you don’t want me anymore, you can just send me on my way, not back to them. Promise?”

Tommy laughed, as if what you had just said was absurd.

“I won’t let you go back to your family. Those oil bastards.”

You paused. How did he know they were in the oil business?

“How did you—?”

“Shhh.” Tommy placed a finger over your lips, silencing your words. “You’re tired. It’s time to sleep.”

“But—”

“Sleep.” He caressed your face, running his fingers through your hair. You couldn’t fight the command, you were truly feeling sleepy, and all you wanted to do was shut your eyes and rest.

But that nagging thought in your head. How did he know?

He didn’t give you any more time to think. He pulled you close to him, close enough so that your head was resting on his shoulder and your legs were draped over his body.

“Sweet dreams. Tomorrow we’ll have a few more rounds. You’ll need your rest.”

And with that, your eyes fluttered shut and you were taken away into the abyss of darkness, into your dreams. 

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[lil-tachyon]

For the last couple weeks I've been drawing logos / designs for local-ish (mostly NJ, some PA and NY) bands as warmups in the morning. Here's what I've come up with! Massive post below the break explaining each logo + where to find each band and listen to their music.

Teenage Halloween- a staple of New Jersey basements for probably about a decade now and finally getting wider recognition in the last couple years. Pop punk / power pop with a killer horn section. First time I saw them was in New Brunswick playing with Walter Etc. and Blowout. They played a killer cover "Build Me Up Buttercup" and my wife got a black eye in the pit. Recommended tracks: "Brain Song," "666," "Clarity." Their first EP is on a separate bandcamp page btw, check it out here it's great.

Sweet Pill - They will call themselves a Philly band but in my heart they'll always be from Glassboro. Definitely one of the more recognizable names on this list. Emo revival - early stuff is more twinkly, more recent stuff is heavier. All of it's great. Recommended tracks "Nephew," "High Hopes."

Shark Club - Central Jersey's finest. I'm very biased because I actually know these dudes and they did the music for my wedding. Some of the best pop punk you'll hear and the nicest people you'll meet. Recommended tracks: "Game Theory," "Bill Murray," "Heavens to Betsy."

Rest Ashore - My favorite band for the last (oh God I'm old now) eight years. From gut-wrenching emo ballads to virtuoso math-rock instrumentals they do it all. One time I got to sing vocals on "Lucy's Theme" at a house show- thank you Erica! Recommended tracks: "Hjarta," "Chinese Opera," "Devotion," "Soyuz Sweetheart." Too many bangers to name honestly, just deep dive their discography.

Morus Alba - First band I ever went to see at a house show and still one of my absolute favorites. Their music feels like the bridge between the best pitchfork, /mu/ alt rock bands and high energy basement emo. I mean that as a compliment and I hope it comes off as one lol. I should note that since 2019 Morus Alba has morphed from a band into an experimental hip-hop project so later releases sound radically different and basically disconnected from the earlier stuff. Also my favorite release from them, Live at Isabelle's, has been scrubbed from the internet but if you'd like the files just email me. Recommended tracks: "Skyscraper," "Human Resources," "The Goodnight Waltz."

Have a Good Season - another Jersey mainstay that's still going strong. Emo revival in their earlier releases, now with more 70s power pop influences in their newer stuff. See them live, they put on a fantastic show and usually play some great covers in addition to their original music. HaGS guys if you're reading this, please put your version of "Since You've Been Gone" online, I'm begging you. Recommended tracks: "Joseph / Shel Silverstein," (you have to listen to them together for the drop, so good) , "Gum, "Gleaux / Scab." Also, frontman Nic Palermo interviewed me once.

Elephant Jake - If you see any of these bands live make it EJ, they put on such a damn good show. Electrifying indie punk from the Empire State. Recommended tracks: "F.D.C." "Sarah Moyer," "Goodness to Honest," and of course you gotta learn "Sebastien Bauer" for the singalongs.

Blind Lion - Sadly one of the greats that we lost along the way. Defunct since about 2017. I only got to see them once but it was a great performance. Alongside their own stuff they played some killer covers of "Bad Moon Rising" and "Moonage Daydream." I had trouble doing a logo design for them because I actually really like the composition, if not the "Ed Hardy-ness," of their existing logo so what you see here are two separate attempts, neither of which feels entirely satisfying to me. Frontperson Larry Flately currently plays in Nematode and also handled production of Bradley Gardens joke hiphop group The Breakfast Boiz under the moniker "DJ Ova EZ." Recommended tracks: "Brumous," "Dinner."

Fighting Seasons - A band that I sadly found out about too late (via a sticker under the bridge in my town which has since been painted over). 2010s pop punk that packs a helluva punch, especially considering that I'm pretty sure the members were high schoolers for most of the band's existence. I think some members may have gone on to form Sawce (FFO Chon, Polyphia, that type of music) but I can't remember where I read/heard that so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯. Recommended tracks: "Fighting Seasons," "Oil on Canvas"

Milkmen- Another fallen giant, officially disbanded in 2019. Like Morus Alba, they played the very first house show I attended and their few releases remain on constant rotation in my home. Used to put on a great show and were one of the bands I always thought would make it big until suddenly they weren't around anymore. Frontman Ben Thieberger contributed guitar and vocals to Covid quarantine project Kin if you're looking for a bit of an extra fix but beyond that I don't know what these guys are up to these days, sadly. Recommended tracks: "Ramus," "Johnny Dangerously," "how sieves catch breeze," "K.O.T.H."

Stand and Wave - New York (now Philly) pop punkers delivering instant dopamine hits with every track. Another great live act, see them with EJ if you can! They often play shows together. Recommended tracks: "Convos," "Mrs. Dash," "Splashton Kutcher," "Michael Collins."

My Chemical Romance - You know who they are. While I was drawing all these other logos I ran a poll on Patreon to decide which famous New Jersey band should also be graced with a drawing from me. MCR won the poll by a hefty margin so unfortunately you won't get to see me do an illegible black metal take on Hoboken's Yo La Tengo. I ended up doing two versions: the one with the halo is the first, the one with the bats was the second. I tried to do something kind of thin and elegant with the first one and I don't think it's terrible but I also wasn't quite satisfied with it. For the 2nd attempt I tried to lean into the kind of pulpy, almost horror punk aesthetic of early MCR and I think that one looks better even if it's less original.

Anyway if you took the time to read through all this, thank you very much! And please support these bands! Also If any of the links aren't working please let me know.

-Logan

#emo #pop punk #new jersey #band logo #logo design #punk #my chemical romance #mcr #emo revival

[earthstellar]

still thinking about Earthspark Bumblebee being stuck with the kids entirely by himself for any slightly extended period of time and it’s so funny 

because I keep thinking about all the stuff kids have said to me when I’ve been babysitting or back when I worked in education and it’s so good 

there is no way Bumblebee would be fully prepared, at this stage, for Child Questions and Statements 

some real things children have said to me: 

-”I’M ANGRY” “thank you for telling me! why are you feeling angry?” “BECAUSE!!! RAIN ISN’T MADE OF ICE [takes big breath] CREEEEEEAM”

-”when the sun goes down it’s good because the sun needs to sleep too, but then the moon comes out at night so when does the moon sleep? WHEN DOES IT SLEEP?” 

(this was eventually resolved by me reading them “Goodnight Moon” as proof that the moon does in fact sleep, because why would we tell it goodnight if it didn’t also have a bedtime)

-”since dinosaurs were real, are we real?” 

-”if dead people live in cemeteries, how do they get their food underground? can we call Pizza Hut? I want pizza like dead people!!! I WANT DEAD PEOPLE PIZZA” (this eventually became “peepza” the longer this demand continued) 

-”planes go up. if I jump hard enough with super jump power, could I go to France? can we get a trampoline? I wanna go to France. WAIT!!! WOULD I NEED A PASS-PORP??? I DON’T HAVE A PASS-PORP!! NOOO” 

-”I AM APPLE MAN” [child proceeds to walk into the room swinging an apple around in a tote bag over his head, like some kind of medieval flail] 

-”I DON’T WANNA PLAY!” “oh no, why not?” “A BIRD POOPED ON MY FAVOURITE TREE” 

-”TODAY I LEARNED WE HAVE WATER INSIDE US!!! NOT JUST PEE!!!! pee pee pee pee pee pee pee pee” 

-”how does the floor work?” 

(legitimately a good question but it will be a while before they can apply for architectural engineering school, we ended up watching a documentary on how Tudor houses were constructed to try to solve this one lmao) 

-”I looked at my pen, I looked too hard, and it stopped working. I have mind powers like Mr Professor from X-MEN!!” [child proceeded to spend the entire day trying to “be strong brained” by staring at things] 

now, of course, the kid/Terrans are a bit more developed than this, a lot of these were from younger children, which is probably obvious 

but I can foresee there being a lot of questions about Earth etc. that Bumblebee might genuinely not know the answer to, or he might get faced with child non-sequiturs that throw him off

and because the Terrans may not actually understand yet how certain natural events (like rain) occur, I can imagine there would be some interesting questions, some of which might be more immediately answerable and some which would probably take more work 

I feel like Nightshade would ask more scientifically inquisitive questions which Bee might not be able to answer, stuff like that

but either way, there would be so many questions 

and some of them are bound to be wild 

lmao 

#earthspark #es bumblebee #tfe bumblebee #just thinkin #long post

[hellcheer-heaven]

Hellcheer List: How caretaker Eddie helps Chrissy.

Thank you to @bluebunnymoose for helping me with this.

So I know that I’ve mentioned a previous headcanon where Chrissy and Eddie would have their “kid day” together. I do love the idea of the two of them engaging in that, but I really like the idea of Eddie being a gentle and loving caregiver to Chrissy.

Let's say she's having a rough week and she's just exhausted and overstimulated.

When Eddie can sense and see that she’s distressed, he goes right into caregiver mode.

One of the first things he does is hug her and offer her a stuffed animal.

She holds the toy and lets herself cry in his arms, tightly shutting her eyes as he rocks her gently.

“It’s okay Chrissy, just let it out sweet girl. You’re safe here.”

Sometimes when there’s too much going on, she may speak very softly, say a small selection of words, or nothing at all.

If she doesn’t talk, Eddie will ask her a simple yes/no question: “Are you tired? Do you want something to eat?”

He also gently encourages her to point to what she needs as well.

He's considerate and patient, letting her know that she can communicate her needs when she’s ready.

She’ll quietly ask for a bubble bath and when he asks her if she would like her bath toys, she looks up with a little smile and nods.

While he washes her hair and scrubs her skin, Chrissy will blow the bubbly foam and watch it float, reaching out to catch it before it hits the water.

Eddie smiles knowing that she’s feeling a little better, he’s even happier knowing that they will have the weekend to themselves to continue this for as long as she wants.

This means no errands, chores, and other adult responsibilities, just taking care of his one and only.

In their own small house, Eddie has already supplied the pantry with snacks and comfort food (bear shaped graham crackers, pop tarts, mac and cheese, chicken nuggets, etc.) that she was never allowed to eat in her childhood.

Eddie will help make their bed and decorate it with her stuffed animals.

He’ll rent a collection of cartoons and animated movies on vhs for them to watch.

He brings out a huge container of arts and crafts and coloring books to play with.

There’s a large soft blanket spread out with even more of her stuffed animals in the living room.

There’s a book shelf filled with her favorite stories from her childhood.

These include fairytales with happy endings, Alice in Wonderland, Winnie the Pooh, Dr. Seuss, Goodnight Moon, Charlotte’s Web, Peter Rabbit, Madeline, etc.

If she wants to color in a coloring book, Chrissy will lay down on the blanket, open up her big box of crayons, and have her back rubbed while she colors a picture of Minnie Mouse petting Figaro.

Before he heads to the kitchen, he gives her two choices for lunch: Grilled cheese sandwiches or pizza rolls.

They eat in front of the tv and laugh together as they watch cartoons and movies.

She’ll happily sing along and dance to the songs, and ask Eddie to join in, something he gladly loves to partake in.

During a sad scene, Eddie gently holds Chrissy as she squeezes her plush toy and presses it tightly to her face.

He rubs her tears away and pecks her forehead, sweetly reminding her that it’s okay to cry and feel sad for a character.

Even if it’s a movie that they’ve seen many times, certain parts never fail to make her tear up, “Seeing Dumbo cry is sad to watch, isn’t it Chrissy?”

“Everyone is so mean to him, he wants his mama Eddie. Dumbo loves his mama and she misses him.”

When Chrissy wants to make a pillow fort, they take off the couch cushions, rearrange some furniture, cover it with a blanket and crawl inside.

When she wants to play with her dolls, Chrissy decides how the story goes.

She’ll let Eddie know which dolls he gets to play with, what kind of voice to use, and what will happen next.

He loves to watch and listen to her create all sorts of tales and describe the adventures and hardships the characters go through.

After dinner time, she begs him to stay up just a little longer, but he softly reminds her that it’s time to get ready for bed.

He offers to pick her up and take her upstairs for her evening bath.

When she’s done brushing her teeth, he dresses her in cozy pajamas and lets her pick two books to read aloud.

During story time, she asks for him to read the book in different voices for each of the characters.

Then he turns off the lights and turns on the nightlight, singing or humming a few comfort songs to her as he tucks her in and boops her nose to make her giggle.

Chrissy will give him the puppy dog pout and tell him, “I’m not tired Eddie.”

Eddie can’t resist those pleading eyes and lays down beside her, brushing his fingers from the top of her forehead to the end of her nose.

She’ll try to keep herself awake, her eyelids feeling heavy as the gentle hum of his voice eases her into a peaceful slumber.

“I’m… not tired. Not… sleepy. Eddie…”

He stays at her side until she’s fast asleep, carefully getting out of bed, and tiptoeing away.

Eddie looks at Chrissy one more time, smiling at the sight of her so calm and serene, “Sweet dreams princess.”

The next morning after breakfast, they would go for a walk in the park and Chrissy would stop to look at the playground.

She wants to go, but she doesn’t tell him and she’s afraid of being judged by others, so instead she watches from afar.

Later on in the late afternoon/early evening, Eddie says that he has a surprise for her

After dressing her up warmly and telling her to bring one stuffed animal, he takes her over to the park.

All of the families have left and the two of them have the entire playground to themselves.

He would push her on the swing, race her down the slide, spin on the merry go round, climb the jungle gym, and play on the see saw.

After she’s tuckered out, Eddie takes her home and then it’s time to get ready for bed.

After a quick clean up and a shower, he joins her as well.

He lays down beside her and kisses her lips, affectionately whispering, “I love you Chrissy.”

#hellcheer #eddissy #munningham #eddie munson #chrissy cunningham #chrissy x eddie #eddie x chrissy #hellcheer list #hellcheer headcanons #headcanon #hellcheer headcanon #age regression #agere #I think

[witchthewriter]

𝑆ℎ𝑖𝑝 𝑓𝑜𝑟 @crazylurkercatlady.

𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐕𝐄𝐋

𝑫𝒆𝒔𝒄𝒓𝒊𝒑𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏

𝐼 𝑠ℎ𝑖𝑝 𝑦𝑜𝑢, 𝑢𝑛𝑑𝑜𝑢𝑏𝑡𝑒𝑑𝑙𝑦, 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑊𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑎 𝑀𝑎𝑥𝑖𝑚𝑜𝑓𝑓! I think you two would be THE perfect couple! Like two witchy mums who everyone goes to when they feel sad or unsafe or in need of comfort. She would love you with every part of her being. No matter what you've done, she would accept you wholeheartedly.

𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒏𝒔

She always wakes up before you and LOVES making you breakfast in bed. It's always a range of toast and tea to pancakes and juice, to sausages and scrambled eggs with coffee. She likes trying new things with her cooking

She shows her love by doing the chores that you dislikes doing. And once you realise what she was doing, you do the same for her.

She writes you love letters all the time and leaves them around the house, in drawers, tucked beneath clothes.

Always gives you her undivided attention when you need to vent, or when you need advice or need to tell someone about how shitty everything is going.

You love gathering herbs, plants, and ingredients for witchy things. Like potions, balms and ointments. It's a bonding experience that you'll never forget. Two cauldrons, bubbling with glowing light, candles floating around you, the night sky watching through the windows. It was amazing.

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆 𝑺𝒐𝒏𝒈

More Than A Woman by the Midnite String Quartet

𝑹𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔

Home Is Wherever You Are

More Alike Than Different

The Moon and Her Star

𝑷𝒍𝒐𝒕 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆

Redemption

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒇𝒂𝒗𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖

Your creativity, that you love painting, exploring, your love for books and your loyalty. There's too much about you that she loves - she can't just pick one. You have an innate otherworldliness that Wanda picked up on when you first met, like you weren't meant for earth - but here you are.

𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒃𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅

Thor! He really brings out your outgoing side. With him, you don't care whose in the room, because Thor can handle anything and being around him makes you feel like you could take on the world.

𝑾𝒉𝒊𝒄𝒉 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒓𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆

A mixture of Yelena, Nat, and Thor! You have to remember that you are a Leo Sun, Cancer Rising - the two most magnificent and alluring placements. People cannot help but be drawn to you. There's so much light and intuition that you possess, it's astounding.

𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒑𝒆𝒕

You have two birds that visit everyday that Wanda feeds from hand.

And you have your favourite pets; two cats named Artemis & Athena.

𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐖𝐎𝐋𝐅

𝑫𝒆𝒔𝒄𝒓𝒊𝒑𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏

𝐼 𝑠ℎ𝑖𝑝 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝐼𝑠𝑎𝑎𝑐 𝐿𝑎ℎ𝑒𝑦! He is such a puppy, to me he definitely has Pisces in his chart - he's loving as well as loveable, intuitive, emotional. He seems to have the ISFJ personality type; the defender/protector. He's soft-spoken, gentle and well-mannered. I think you would feel very soft in this relationship.

𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒏𝒔

Whenever Isaac is feeling down, you continuously remind him that he's loved, valued and appreciated on days when he's feeling down.

Since you two would be around the same age - meaning you both know technology and how phones work. You both send each other lots of memes, Tik Toks, etc.

You constantly have to remind him of appointments, or to drink something (he's so bad at drinking water)

Daydreams about you, even though he knows he's going to see you soon. He just loves you so much.

He's always excited to plan date night, this side of him is only for you - it's special. So special to see him like this, caring so much, giving so much of himself to you.

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆 𝑺𝒐𝒏𝒈

Goodnight Sweet Possums by John Powell

𝑹𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔

Pair of walking disasters who cannot function without the other

Would Die For Each Other

“I care about you!” (You) x “You shouldn’t!” (Isaac)

𝑷𝒍𝒐𝒕 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆

Everyone Knows But You Two

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒇𝒂𝒗𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖

How you don't judge him, how much thought you put into things; how much you care about those you love. You're brilliant at gift giving, able to get the absolute perfect gift (it didn't have to be expensive but what the person needs). And Isaac would start to see how others interact, what issues other people had - rather than be wrapped up in his own. You, without knowing it, make him a better person.

𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒃𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅

Allison and Lydia! I think you three in a sort of ... girl group, would be very interesting. You would be the one to cross the bridge between the pair, be the glue. But you would also have ties to Beacon Hills - possibly you come from a long line of family witches?

𝑾𝒉𝒊𝒄𝒉 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒓𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆

A mix of Allison, Scott and Stiles. Open-minded, quick-witted, caring, a bit of a motherly side. You care about people, you want to help others, but also like being on your own, you like your solitude.

𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒑𝒆𝒕

A huge, mostly black cat with white hair. He's your familiar, and follows you almost everywhere (except into dangerous situations or when you go to the mall).

𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐇𝐘

𝑫𝒆𝒔𝒄𝒓𝒊𝒑𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏

𝐼 𝑠ℎ𝑖𝑝 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝐶ℎ𝑖𝑏𝑠 𝑇𝑒𝑙𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑑! The most knowledgable, wise and witty of the Sons. I think he would be a great match for you because even though he isn't as chaotic, he's still silly and loves cracking jokes. He's humorous, and when you're together - that humour is off the charts.

𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒏𝒔

Chibs always has a knack for making you feel safe. Even when he isn't there, you know that you're safe. You don't mind having a Prospect over when they're doing particularly dangerous things, so long as he keeps to himself.

When Chibs is home, he gives you the best affection possible. Hugs, kisses, stroking your hair, letting you fall asleep on him, caring you to bed, forehead kisses. You'd be touch-starved no longer.

He loves having you on his bike. You're the only other person who is allowed to sit on the bike by yourself.

He's kept every promise you have ever told him and vice versa

Type of person to purchase little gifts that made Chibs think of you

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆 𝑺𝒐𝒏𝒈

Hurricane by Possessed Paul James

𝑹𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔

Cautious (You) x Reckless (Chibs) he always says, "life's short sweet heart - let's make the most of it, eh?"

"You wear the pants in this relationship" (You said to him) x "oh I wish, I cannot control you at all" (His response)

Gives Necklace x Wears It Everyday No Matter What

𝑷𝒍𝒐𝒕 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆

Enemies to Lovers

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒇𝒂𝒗𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖

He loves how feral you can become. Chaotic, frenzied and hyper. He loves that energy because it makes him feel young, it makes him feel energised. You are unlike any other person he'd known. Yes you can have similarities to others, but the core of you is so interesting, the way your brain works - it blows his mind.

𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒃𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅

Tara! You both have a maturity that not many in this club/family do. You also cannot believe HOW she's a full-on doctor, and a full-time mother. You constantly commend her, and remind her of that. And if she ever needs help, you'll be there (somehow you do end up helping with the boys a lot.)

𝑾𝒉𝒊𝒄𝒉 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒓𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆

I think you're a mix of Tara; maturity, intelligence, kindness, Gemma; sense of self-preservation, hypervigilance, wit and self-awareness and Opie; introspective, loyal, committed and a great companion.

𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒑𝒆𝒕

You have two cats

Your first is the beautiful fluffy white one and most recently, you got a black and white kitten. Funnily enough, they actually get on very well. Chibs isn't much of a dog person, and actually likes cats a lot.

Btw I also have ADHD & Autism! I would love to hear your experiences and what has helped you. I only got my diagnosis a few months ago, but everything seemed to make so much more sense. Everything I used to get painfully in trouble for, was actually a response from my brain that I could not control. Knowing that has brought up so much emotion from me and it's hard.

#witchthewriter #personal aesthetic #pair ups #match ups #sons of anarchy #soa pair up #soa match up #marvel pair up #marvel match up #plot tropes

[tenshinokorin]

Okay so here's the thing I woke up wtfing about today.

What the hell is everyone smoking on Planet Gunsmoke. 

No, seriously. Look, I grew up in rural Kentucky in the '80s. Half of my relatives were tobacco farmers, and even the ones that weren't usually had a hand in helping with it. And without getting into the minutiae of just how much fuss and bother that fukken crop needs, I tell you, there is nowhere on that barren rock that could grow enough quantities of tobacco for just one Nicholas D. Wolfwood's smoking habit, much less everyone else's. 

That shit needs warm BUT NOT TOO WARM but then sun NOT TOO MUCH SUN and rain NOT TOO MUCH RAIN and that's not even counting how you've got to set it and top it and dock it and fondle it and tell it it is pretty and hang it up on a fall Thursday in when the moon is in the eighth house of Aquarius and leave it until a talking fox comes to your door and tells you your clock is ten minutes late etc etc. Then you can take it out of your barn and drive it a hundred and fifty miles to sell it for a pittance to a cigarette company, who will laugh all the way to the bank about how they ruined the hemp industry in KY and forced farmers to give it up in exchange for a toxic plant that absolutely sucks the life out of whatever dirt it is put into. 

(I may be a little loose on the specifics, but you get the gist.) 

So I have come up with two theories. 

One, there is some kind of tough native plant on Gunsmoke/Nomans that serves as a decent smoke. It is probably something that dries naturally, but has enough of a tar to make a good burn, and provides a similar effect as nicotine. (They might all be smoking spliffs, as well, because we know that cannabis can be grown in someone's basement.) It might even be that there is juuuuust enough tobacco produced so that it gets mixed in with the native plant. It is possible to produce tobacco in arid regions, it just requires a lot of resources and it's not a food crop, which I think would take priority. Based on how much 'real' tobacco is in your cigarette, I imagine the price of your smoke goes up accordingly. If you smoke full baccy cigs, it's probably like drinking imported spring water exclusively. This might be why Wolfwood is constantly broke. 

My other theory is that, as we know, smoking is terrible for you and generally kills you sooner or later, which leads me to the conclusion that Millions Knives is behind the entire tobacco industry on Gunsmoke, and he gets a hell of a chuckle out of the notion that he's making humans pay--in a slow horrible way--for their abuse of a plant. 

The upshot of this is, of course, that it doesn't matter to Wolfwood. His healing chemicals basically regenerate his entire lung tissue every time he uses one, so he will absolutely never get one of the umpteen horrible ways that tobacco use can kill you! He'll live forever! I mean. Unless something else happens, right?  

Ahahahaha okay goodnight everybody I need a smoke. 

#this is not a scholarly work please don't @ me #just in case the line about the fox didn't make that obvious I am joking #except for smoking it is fukken terrible #I'm still gonna do it sometimes but yeah #trigun #cw smoking #nicholas d wolfwood #also this is primarily a trimax/98 question as tristamp is its own thing #If the only thing ppl come away with from this is that the tobacco industry is horrible to farmers that's the most important bit

[theweirdwideweb]

Killers of the Flower Moon *SPOILERS*

Saw this last night. It was good! Was it a Scorsese masterpiece? Absolutely not. You almost feel sorry for him, his early work set the bar so high. I wanted more visual artistry like the beginning scene with the 4 Osage dancing in the oil or the men putting out the fire in the field, but we didn't ultimately get very much of it. I also thought the film's focus sort of detracted from what was compelling about it. I mean the premise is so interesting---the Osage become the wealthiest population per capita in the world. Loved the first 30 minutes showing the wealth. I've never seen Native Americans portrayed this way (I realize it's a true story, one I was completely unaware of). I wanted to see more of that wealth. The scope tightened to this one woman and this one family and their only conspicuous wealth was they didn't work and lived in houses.

Brendan Fraser was terrible in this movie, I'm sorry. I saw someone on Twitter say he entered with the grace of the Kool Aid Man. John Lithgow and Jesse Plemons were welcome 2nd half additions, though. Leonardo DiCaprio and Robert De Niro were predictably excellent, but I'm not sure I was totally sold on the writing of their characters. I wanted to know more about De Niro: his background, his psychological motivation, etc. I thought the lumpish stupidity of DiCaprio's character should have been a more major thread throughout the film instead of a first hour topic of discussion only. One takeaway from DiCaprio's character I thought was excellent is the idea of how much you have to compartmentalize in order to commit a genocide. You have to go out and slaughter innocent people then come home and kiss your children goodnight. Murdering his wife's family while being totally in love with her is such a powerful way to say that. Overall I give it a 6.5/10.

[writingsofmax]

Tag 10 people you want to get to know better!

shout out to @finniestoncrane and @mietko for tagging me!

relationship status: in a relationship, honestly my claim to fame here is that I feel like I'm living the edward nashton dream bc my boo has messy wavy brown hair and the same glasses. They genuinely look like how people draw Eddie on here. They always have to stop and play those weird claw drop games you see in restaurants/malls/grocery stores and try to win it. They make me play the Wordle every day lmao. They're a huge fan of retro gaming and work as a computer IT specialist like..... anyway I'm so in love with them. OH ALSO when I first saw the Dano character Klitz, I thought it was a picture of my partner when they were younger, like they looked EXACTLY like that. They looked so identical to Klitz when they were younger that it freaks me out and I have not watched the movie bc of it lol

favourite colour: favorite color of all time is blue, favorite color scheme is blue, purple and pink, but I am also a big fan of blue and green. we love cool tones in this house. favourite food: icecream, candy, hot chocolate, regular chocolate, I'm like... Queen Sweet Tooth 😅 song stuck in your head: Decatur, or, Round Of Applause For Your Step-Mother! by Sufjan Stevens bc I am a sad sad girl that loves folk music. Runner up is Moon I Already Know by Mount Eerie Bc (see above) time: 8:23 pm! dream trip: Ireland or Scotland (specifically Edinburgh) or Oregon/Washington Pacific Northwest Rainforest area

last book you read: Goodnight Pun Pun by Inio Asano (manga) I've read the whole series before years ago but I'm slowly collecting the physical copies of it. last book you enjoyed reading: I love Goodnight Pun Pun but since that's technically a manga I’ll do a diff one, I really liked reading Lovely Dark and Deep by Amy Mcnamara. It's about a girl that's really depressed after a significant loss and goes to live with her artist dad in a remote area of Maine.

last book you hated reading: Little Weirds by Jenny Slate. There's some good moments in there that shine but I feel like the rest of the book is trying really hard to be quirky/weird and indie and it doesn't come off as genuine at all.

bonus! favourite thing to cook/bake: since I got sick I haven't been baking or cooking much but it used to be making pies. I loved making pies. favourite craft to do in your free time: painting and drawing/making comics, but also now: writing :) most niche dislike: I hate the saying "work smarter not harder" because 9 times out of 10 when someone has said that to me they proceed to do whatever they are talking about in the most half-assed way and then you have to do it over again anyway from scratch to do it the correct way and I just. I hate it. opinion on circus(es): I don't like how they treat their animals, l feel like I see so many horror stories about how monkeys, bears, elephants etc are treated in circuses. The aesthetic fucking slaps though. Also? I love clowns they are supposed to be fun and cute and I like them and they have cool makeup.

do you have a sense of direction: Yes, I'm pretty good with a compass and a map too! I used to love doing wilderness navigation and things like that.

I’m tagging @thelychee and @enigmacorps and @teenagezombiekryptonite ((but feel free to ignore if you don’t want to obviously!!!))

#max talks

[reverecurrent]

So today I spent all day (from 9am to 7pm) going thru registration stuff to register for all my classes for both summer and winter and it turns out I have to redo lots of classes I already passed in my previous uni so that’s fun 🤪 I’m low-key annoyed about it but I hope my transcripts come in soon enough and it would fix the situation, but no like the whole process of it was so so exhausting and stressful. Trying to balance out the times so they don’t overlap or take up all day/ trying to give myself time to rest + time for my job + time for studying etc. Like wow. I ended up taking 4 courses for fall and 3 for winter and I might add another for winter but we’ll see. Not to mention I spent literally all evening trying to decide on which courses to take the day before. Also I haven’t been sleeping all that well like yesterday I got 4 hours of sleep and the day before maybe 5 (and I’m a BIG sleeper on some HEAVY Pisces moon/12th house restful shit) so it’s been crazy. These past few days have been so stressful and insane but also so fruitful and I couldn’t be more grateful🧿🐟. Esp w this Leo new moon + Leo season in the air I’m feeling so warm and comfortable and safe. Anyways, today I found out that Canada has a long weekend once every month and that’s amazing. Should I go to sleep early and rest better or go down a YouTube wormhole? YouTube wormhole it is. I hope you guys are feeling good, eating well, drinking your water, and if not remember that nothing is permanent. I love you guys goodnight🤎🫂🐟🎧🥥🧿🕊📚❤️‍🩹💤🍎🐛🩰😴

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[rbthestoryoftherubynecklace]

Moonstone

Tw: Step siblings relationship,toxic relationship,angst,break up,shows emo side of a character, cheating

Moon had a hard time during her childhood. Her mother, Aria resented moon and neglected her. Moon had resented her mother, she wasn't stupid she knew her mother didn't want her. Aria still loved moon though. (mostly moons mother ivory)

Moon was alone through her earlier years, she earned two friends from the orphanage nextdoor /Shadow and Leo. During they're breaktime they would talk from the windows and they became very close friends.

Aria was aware of this and thought of a bright idea of letting shadow and Leo live at their house so Moon wont be as alone,she didn't adopt them legally though. Moon was so happy with this news.

~

She grew up with her bestfriends, they treated each other as siblings and called themselves sis/bro. Moon was a vocalist in a big/ HUGE HUGE band but she retired early. She was a damn millionaire at the age of 19. Shadow was a hot guitarist in the band and shadow and moon were most adored by fans.

Everything was good with her, as she grew up in her earlier stage. She developed some feelings for her older brother, sweet home alabama right? But she Leo and shadow knew that they weren't real siblings...so it ain't a problem... right..?

_

Each sibling has a talent,

With shadow growing up learning about ninja dark magic because of one scholarship that one of Arias boyfriends gave to Shadow.

Moon possession of the powers of the ruby necklace, but she doesn't know that yet. Also, moon still keeps on the necklace even though she doesn't know anything about it. It's a pretty necklace and it suits her, SHE NEVER TAKES IT OFF.

Leo is like, better at everything. Smarter than everyone,faster than everyone..hotter than everyone? Etc..

_

Shadow,moon,Leo had moved in together in a luxury apartment that shadow and moon could totally afford.

Even when shadow and moon were like the hot couple of the decade it was toxic. Shadow played with Moon's feelings most of the time before getting a relationship with moon and moon was just head over heels in love..

To much love.

~

One night, Leo went out drunk and robbed a bank. Shadow and moon went out to help the police find him cuz he's not going far drunk.

While searching around the city, Shadow and moon were separated and shadow and another police officer, Casey. They talked about stuff while searching for Leo and exchanged numbers,They quickly became the bestest of friends and shadow would flirt with her time to time.

They found Leo in a arcade using the bag of coins to pay for arcade coins.

As shadow and Casey were saying they're goodbyes moon jumped on shadows back like a fangirl, "Ofcourse, I was a fool to think he didn't have a girlfriend he's to.... Everything for me! I was a food to think he'd every like me.." Cassey thought.

~~~~~~~~~~

Days, weeks, months to 2 years passed.

Moons and shadows relationship is a mess.

Moon was obsessively in love

Shadow was the same, but not to moon..

To cassey..

Shadow went out of the house, moon told him to take a walk because he was getting way to pale, like a ghost.

moon finds shadows phone ringing from a someone... "Cassey❤" she didn't answer the call, but she went through the messages.

What the FUCK!?!?

She scrolls through the messages

You know, I wish you were my girlfriend instead

Shadow, you have a girlfriend! Oh common, sometimes she could be a brat and a creep. She's probably madly in love with me

Still, she's still your girlfriend!

Whatever.

Her eyes dwell up in anger.

Good night cassey babe <33

Goodnight shadoww❤❤

He barely says goodnight to me..

Happy valentines day cassey! I sent you flowers<3 I think I hid it behind the door, sorry I can't greet you in person my girlfriend would murder you haha.. You really gotta tell her.. I appreciate all this but I would date you if you were single. Don't worry cass, I'll break up with her if she doesn't get useful anymore.. Like... You know... Doing all of the things! Hahaha! okay..

THAT BASTARD!!

She reads the earliest chat.

I think I'm gonna break up with her today.

shadow, please let her down gently...you don't know how she'll react.. Especially of all your lovey dovey stuff on me the past 2 years.. Dont worry bunny...we'll be together soon

CHEATER!!LIAR!!

moon shakes and crys angrily on the floor. She was madly in love with this dude, she did everything in the relationship. Shadow never really commit to the relationship, never called moon a nickname, never greeted her on her birthday, valentines or any holiday!

Shadow comes back with a smile.

"Moon, I've got something to tell you.."

"What...?

They sat down on the couch

"I've been meaning to tell you...we should break up- "

"Yeah so you could go to your side chick who you were hiding for 2 FUCKING YEARS, WHILE I LOVED YOU IN EVERY WAY POSSIBLE"

"How did you-"

"YOU FUCKING PLAYED ME!! 2 YEARS IN A RELATIONSHIP WITH ME WHILE YOU LOVED SOMEONE ELSE, YOU DID EVERYTHING THAT YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO DO WITH ME TO HER!"

Moon teared up

"I DID EVERY FUCKING CHORE I DID EVERYTHING FOR YOU! YOU USED ME LIKE A FUCKING TOY, I DID EVERYTHING TO PLEASE YOU, I LOVED YOU WHILE YOU DIDN'T PLEASE ME."

"i-if y-you love her more than me.. I'LL JUST HAVE TO FUCKING ELIMINATE THE COMPETITION"

Moon raged, probably over reacted...but unfortunately, she did overreact, suddenly the ruby necklace was shaking, like it's about to burst. The gem cracked, just a small crack.

Moon and shadow was stunned to see the purple light of energy coming out of the necklace, but in a flash. The energy ball got bigger and surrounded moon.

Something changed when she was seen again, her hair became purple with lighter violet highlights, a energy scrapped halo... A brand new fit! And.. A scythe..

The ruby necklace turned into another form.

something also came out... Or a someone..? a girl who looks like a demon.. Red hair red skin tone and stereotypical devil wings and horns

She was arguing with moonstone, she turned around to see shadow.

??? : shadow you should go and find your chick and protect her...

M: NO!! I'M GONNA KILL HER... HAHAHAHHAHAHA!!!

Moonstone~

"Hahahaha..... HAHAHHAHA!!! I'm finally out! NOTHING CAN STOP ME NOW...."

"OHHH~ is that moons love interest? HAHAHAHAHHA! Pathetic!! But whatevs!I'm gonna fucking kill your pathetic girlfriend~"

"moonrock don't do this!"

"Dont be so sensitive charlotte! I'M JUST DOING MY JOB~"

"I am to! Your crossing the line!!"

~

Moonstone chases after shadow with a big grin, shadow runs as fast as he could to cassey and protect her.

"now now~ don't be so protective~ this is what you get for being a CHEATER! HAHAHAHAHHA-"

moonstone raises her hand to the sky where a ball of energy forms and was about to kill them with it.

*wooosh*

Moonstone fell to the ground when an energy blade was stabbed into her.

Shadow and cassey screams on the sight of moonstone and the demon girl.

Don't worry, energy Blades are basically a power sleeping pill.

She helps shadow and cassey and let them go, she picks up moonstone which is slowly fading into moon and takes her to moons home

~~~~~~~~

#thestoryoftherubynecklace #fantasy #hot characters #backstory #story #series #long reads

[littlebitalexis]

Schitt’s Creek Questionaire

tagged by @bestwisheswarmestregards

1. Favorite Schitt’s Creek character: david rose tbh. alexis is a v close second

2. Favorite Quote: can i quote the entirety of  the title track off the critically reviewed, limited reality series, ‘a little bit alexis?’ esp the ‘im a cute huge yacht’ bit, absolutely gets me every single time.

3. Who is the best dressed character in Schitt’s Creek?  alexis i think? like, the 70% of david’s wardrobe that i love, i love with my whole heart. but that other 30% i absolutely hate, whereas with alexis it’s a much more positive/neutral even split, so she comes out the overall winner. omg also, her workout gear? god damn

4. If you could be best friends with any character in Schitt’s Creek, who would it be? stevie bc she provides the weed and is also hot and i think she’d be down to join me for wine/mst3k movie nights. altho im tempted to say alexis bc she has to have a ton of air miles saved up, right? i wanna say patrick as well, but if i’m being honest he’d just make me feel anxious about all the paperwork/emails i’m constantly avoiding in my everyday life. which makes me sound like david and proves answer #6 a lie.

5. How many times have you watched the series up until this point? straight thru? 4 times i think. but individual eps/seasons have def been rewatched more than 4 times.

6. Which character are you most like and why? honestly i’m nothing like her really, but i relate so much to alexis. her whole going back to school and getting her degree arc? v much get that, love that journey for me,

7. Would you live at the Rosebud motel? nah man, i’d take that haunted $275/month soundproofed studio apartment from s2 in a fuckin heartbeat. david and alexis were both idioots for letting that one slip away, even if carl did hang himself from the ceiling fan there.

8. Do you prefer Patrick or David’s version of Tina Turner’s The Best? i’m gonna say patrick, bc due to 2nd hand embarrassment i can’t watch david’s performance without anxiously pausing every 3 seconds. i think it’s the eye contact with the camera in the beginning? having said that, i also have to pause patrick’s version every 6 seconds probably. i’m likely the only person on the planet who’s grateful to roland and jocelyn for interrupting that sincerity-fest. which only serves to prove that my answer for #6 (and #4) is a lie and the truth is that i’m actually most like stevie.

9. If you were to work in Schitt’s Creek, where would you work? cafe tropical for sure. that place is always popping and twyla is the only waitress so i’d get a ton of tables. she must make a killing in tips. sry to rose apothecary but food service industry > retail every fuckin time. i know ppl like to hate on tipping culture but you can make some money (when there isn’t a pandemic floating about. fuck you 2020 all restaurant dreams everywhere).

10. What moment made you laugh the most in the show? there are a lot, but i gotta say that i think the biggest laughs from me were moira-driven. the danny boy solo from s1, her interactions with the fiddly old man from motel review, the gd bernadette peters wig/latex gown ensemble from ‘rip moira rose’

also every single moment of moira as dr clara mandrake?? an icon (also i keep thinking of the ‘character within a character’ as ‘clara barton’ which is 1. disrespectful 2. absolutely awesome 3. can you believe that a human/crow hybrid founded the red cross????? incredible.)

11. Favorite episode? most of my favs are the ones that a lot of others would also say are their favs, so there’d be no surprise there. so instead i’m gonna mention my fav from s1: carl’s funeral

12. What actor would you most like to be friends with in real life? truly idk, i have a weird thing where when i become a fan of a show i find it rly hard to watch any interviews with any of the cast. i wanna say catherine o’hara tho. but also maybe dan levy bc i did somehow talk myself into watching that sturday night seder that he guested in, so who knows. i was feeling really lonely about passover this year.

13. What was the most touching moment for you? first things i thought of were the david/stevie moments from s6, esp that convo on the hood of her car in front of the cottage. also the entire second half of grad night, the alexis/ted breakup, and the s2 finale, and the scene in patrick’s apartment in meet the parents, and the bit in ‘driving test’ where david admits how much he worried about his sister over the years. i get emotional about this show a lot, don’t really have the desire to pin it down more than that tbh.

not tagging anyone bc i went and disappeared for 2 months and idek who’s done this or even who’s around anymore! also it’s 3am rn and i don’t want to be that person. but if you see this and want to claim i tagged you, i’ll totally vouch for you that i did.

#schitt's creek #bestwisheswarmestregards #kira for ts #goodnight moon goodnight house etc etc

[erodasfishtacos]

Hi, this was a special request from a kofi donation. Thank you so so much planet anon.

This was the request: Maybe just like what a normal night looks like for them in school after getting out of class/practice, etc just really domestic and fluffy, maybe a little smut idk, completely up to you, make it yours ❤️

reblog, like, recommend, comment, & come talk to me if you enjoyed it!

Enjoy!

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It was about six months into dating.

Harry had been doing some very vigorous training for the upcoming games against a very good team that they needed to take down for the playoffs.

That meant workouts in the morning, classes, and then training at the field until it was dark and the stadium lights turned on.

He was struggling practice because he missed his person. He hadn’t been able to see YN in nearly two weeks because of this bullshit.

YN had become his person very very quickly. He fell hard in a way that had never happened to him before in his life.

Harry attempts to call her on his way back to the frat house after practice, sighing when it rings until it goes to voicemail.

“Hi baby, m’just callin’ to say goodnight. I miss y’a whole fuckin’ lot and can’t wait until I can get you in m’arms again,” He murmurs into the phone, ignoring his teammates who are fucking around beside him.

“Did you hear that? You wanna hold me, Styles?” Austin coos, throwing his arm around his shoulder with a kissy noise.

“Not w’a face only y’mama can love,” He teases back, slipping his phone into his bag and trying to push back the lump in his throat.

He can’t help but text too.

h: Tried to call. Have a good night, sleep well. I love you ❤️

All the players drop their smelly gear and plop down on the coach to relax but Harry just trudges upstairs with a bit of gloom.

He never thought he’d be so attached to someone.

When he steps into his room, he’s instantly pissed off because someone is in his bathroom - using his shower and making it warm in the room.

“Who the fuck is in there? Are you fucking joking, I’m not in the mood for this,” Harry booms, dropping his duffle and stomping through the door.

Harry rips open the shower curtain, dumbfounded and frozen when he isn’t faced with one of his teammates but his soft, plush, wet, naked girlfriend.

“Surprise,” She giggles lightly as she blinks through the stream of water and pushing her hair off of her face.

He doesn’t think before he’s pushing her further back into the shower and following in after he with his lips sealed to hers.

“Harry!” YN laughs against his lips, he was still completely clothed, “You’re soaking your clothes!”

“Don’t care, need t’kiss you,” He grunts without a care, his hands roaming her hips, belly, ribcages, everything.

“Mmm!” She squeaks happily, helping him remove all of his water-heavy, soiled clothes off and out onto the tiles floor.

“Missed you s’much, baby,” He murmurs, over the moon, as he moves his head down to capture her nipple in his mouth.

“H, yes,” YN hums happily, hands carding through his tangled, matted curls as his other hand kneads at her tummy until slipping to her pretty, plump folds that hide away his favorite parts.

“Yeah, don’t act surprise. Comin’ t’surprise me, of course, I’m gonna lose my mind. M’fuckin’ feral for this body,” He tells her lowly, voice deep and affected as he twists at her unattended nipple with enough force to have her hiss.

Harry wanted to do so so many things from eating her out, to playing with her nipples long enough that she comes from that with just a little thigh riding, but she makes up his mind for him.

“Need you in me, c’mon,” She goads him, turning around and pressing her palms against the wall with her bum stuck out.

“Shit, darling. How is every part of you perfect?” Harry wonders out loud, fingers curiously dipping between her cheeks, thumb smoothing over her tighter hole.

It has her letting out an unfiltered, loud whimper and she pushes back into until he breaches just the littlest of bit.

“Mmm, gonna ‘ave to play with y’arse,” Harry replies in her ear as he slips up and down her entrance a few times before fully pushing in.

“Gonna have to play with yours too,” She retorts back but falters when he starts out with rough, directed thrusts.

“Baby, don’t tease me, know I’ll love it,” He replies, nipping at the nape of her neck, shoulders, whenever he could reach.

It only takes a few minutes before he’s close and she’s whining, “H, just need a little more plea-“

He doesn’t let her finish, tows her leg up and brings his other to thumb tight, wide circles on her clit until she’s panting and rocking against him thumb then back on his cock.

“Good girl, y’got it, baby,” Harry praises, legitimately in awe of how fucking gorgeous his girlfriend was and how he managed to snag her.

“Yeah, yeah,” She babbles, tensing up before letting out a long, euphoric moan as she releases, Harry following right after.

“Want another one?” Harry offers as soon as he pulls out, soft but always willing to please.

“Want a cuddle,” YN replies, thumbing at his puffy bottom lip, “Wouldn’t turn down your mouth though never would.”

“My mouth that good, darlin’?” He hums cockily, squatting down and spreading her legs.

“Don’t get a big ego,” She huffs with a chuckle, “Haven’t had many guys do it to me. Maybe it’s just how it always is.”

Harry can’t help but frown before biting her folds gently for a punishment, “S’never this good. M’the only guy who will be doin’ it from now on, understand?”

He then continues to make her come twice on his tongue just to prove his point before they scrub each other off and wash their hair.

She waits in her towel as Harry riffles through his drawer for her favorite shirt of his to sleep in as well as grabbing a pair of panties from her drawer in his dresser.

Then he’s tugging the shirt over her head and leaning down for her to step into the soft underwear and wriggling it up her hips for her.

“I missed you so much,” YN sighs, once Harry’s in a pair of briefs and they’re snuggled tightly under his covers.

“Thought ‘bout you every second,” He replies truthfully, “Spoon me, darling.”

They move around until YN is tight against the back of him, his tiny bum in the cradle of her hips, and her arm swung around his hard stomach.

“So needy,” She teases, kissing over his strong, muscular back that’s still warm from the shower and sun exposure.

“Never had this before,” Harry mumbles sheepishly, blushing into the darkness of the room and he feels her squeeze his middle.

“I know but you do now,” YN assured him before whispering back, “And it makes me feel so special you are letting me experience this with you.”

Harry brings his hand up to kiss her knuckles, “Want t’experience everything with you from now on.”

#mlb!harry #mlbrry #mlb!harry blurbs #mlb!harry masterlist #harry styles writing #file #harry styles #harry styles masterlist

[horrorslashergirl]

💀~Introduction~💀

18+ BLOG- My writing is not advised for the underage ones, so approach carefully.

Welcome to a whole new world of Erotica/Romance Horror where our Kryptonite are Big Slasher Men who could maim us and that we love so much.

Horror movie and serial killer/crime documentary enthusiast with a steak for the dark and the obscene.

My Amazon Kindle Author Page!

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~My Novels~

The Asylum - Monster Erotica (Diabolik Lovers Series)

Next Door Stalker - The Neighbour

Primal Instinct: A Stockholm Syndrome Love Story

Cyber Killer: Horror Erotica DARK WEB SERIES 1

Sugar, Sugar! Oh, my Daddy!~: A Sugar Daddy Erotic Thriller

Under the Alaskan Moon: A Dark Erotica about Two Souls Connecting into the Winter Wonderland

Liquor Series: Whiskey Kisses: An Erotic Lesbian Short Story

The Ouija: A Halloween Erotica Special (Diabolic Lovers Series)

Tempting Lust: Behind closed doors Series #1

Name: Bianca

Age: 25

Nationality: Romanian

Favorite Slashers: Chromeskull, The Collector, Ghostface, Jason Voorhees, Michael Myers, Harry Warden

Favorite Horror Movies: Laid to rest, The Collector/The Collection, SAW series, Wrong Turn Series, House of 1000 corpses, Friday the 13th, Halloween, Scream

~Masterlist with Canon Slashers~

~Masterlist with my Original Characters~

~Rules for Requests~ (CLOSED AT THE MOMENT)

Who I write for:

Freddy Krueger from A nightmare on elm street

Jason Voorhees from Friday the 13th

Michael Myers from Halloween

Bubba Sawyer/Thomas Hewitt/Jedidiah Sawyer from Texas the chainsaw massacre

The Collector (Asa Emory from) The Collector movies

Chromeskull (Jesse Cromeans)/Preston/Spann from Laid to Rest movies

Harry Warden from My bloody valentine

Ghostface (Billy Loomis/Stu Macher) from The Scream movies

Hannibal Lecter from Hannibal the TV Show

Brahms Heelshire from The Boy movie

Norman Bates from Psycho

The Creeper from Jeepers Creeper movies

Bo Sinclair/Vincent Sinclair/Lester Sinclair from House of Wax

1986!Pennywise and The New Pennywise from IT movies

The Djinn from Wishmaster movies

The Three Killers from You’re Next 2011 movie

Mark Hoffman/Amanda Young/John Kramer/Logan Nelson from SAW movies

Pinhead from Hellraiser movies

Tiffany Valentine from Bride of Chucky

Jennifer Check from Jennifers’ Body movie

Baby Firefly/Otis B. Driftwood from House of 1000 Corpses/The Devils Reject/3 from Hell

Carrie White from Carrie movies

John from He’s out there 2018

Candyman (Daniel Robitaille) from Candyman movie

Victor Crowley from Hatchet movie series

Chucky Human Form from Childs Play

Yautja from Predator

Xenomorph from Alien

The Legion (Frank Morrison/Joey) from Dead by Daylight

The Trapper (Evan MacMillan) from Dead by Daylight

Ghostface (Jed Olsen/Danny Johnson) from Dead by Daylight

The Wraith (Philip Ojomo) from Dead by Daylight

Jacob Goodnight from See no evil movies

Jack Torrance from The Shinning

Patrick Bateman from American Psycho

The Other from Hell Fest 2018

BONUS!: I also write for my Horror/Slasher Original Characters which you can find into ~Masterlist with my Original Characters~

What I write:

I write SFW and NSFW

I do Headcanons and Reader Inserts

I write Male x Female, but also Male x Male or Female x Female

I can write Threesomes like Male x Female x Male, Male x Male x Male etc.

I can also do something like Slasher x Slasher.

I can do all sorts of stuff like BDSM, Gorish, Non-Con.

When it comes to sexual NSFW all characters must be 18+, no underage.

What I don’t write:

I won’t do Pedophilia stories. Just NO.

Incest also an absolute NO.

Watersports.

What I might or not write, depending on the slasher:

Characters with disabilities/mental illness, mostly because I am not very familiar with them and I don't want to trigger/insult someone that might have them.

Characters with children, mostly because some characters I cannot picture as parents.

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[h2bakugou]

Hewoo I saw requests were open and this really cute idea popped in my head can get a lot of fluff with Denki where he surprises his s/o on they're anniversary in front of the whole school

a/n: hiii!! ooo this is so cute omg, we stan denki. please i- i love him so much i cant

summary: with your one-year anniversary coming up soon, kaminari had every intention of making it big, he’d been dating you for a whole year! however, his plan may or may get a little out of his hands when he ends up confessing in front of nearly the whole school.

key: (y/n) - your name / (f/n) - first name / (l/n) - last name / (e/c) - eye color / (h/c) - hair color / (y/q) - your quirk

warnings: swearing, fluff, a camp rock line(i never watched high school musical sorry)

word count: 1.8k

;cut for length;

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Kaminari had met you in secondary school, the year before you both got into U.A. It was coincidentally on a whim when your class collaborated with his on a debate project on some literature project. 

You were paired together, four students from your class on a team with four from his class.

He was goofy, light-hearted, kind, and way too flirty for his age, but you ignored his cheesy pick-up lines until you won the debate.

He’d asked to exchange numbers at the very least since you’d become friends. And that friendship kindled over time, so much so, that you were both over the moon about applying to U.A. together. 

And before you knew it, Kaminari was walking hand-in-hand with you home from the park, or from the grocery store, the two of you often hanging out together over break, excited to be making dinner one night, or happy to help out over at his house.

Needless to say, a few of those long summer nights when you spent time in the pool alone with him, you couldn’t help but let out how you really feel, the two of you eventually establishing something more than a friendship.

You headed to the entrance exams as a couple, and you were both too happy to speak when you saw one another in class the following week.

And now you sat in the Class 1-A dormitory common room, Kaminari’s body between your legs as you put up his hair, a face mask applied to both of your faces as you giggled and reminisced about your time together, your anniversary of being together for one year coming up soon.

“Remember the one time you had to go to the ER because of the shopping cart accident?” Kaminari brought up a rather embarrassing story.

“That poor old lady was petrified, she thought she’d killed me.” You and Kaminari had been goofing off in the grocery store parking lot, returning the cart to its drop-off when an old lady backed out into the cart you were standing on.

It tilted back and you saved yourself from landing face-first on the asphalt at the expense of your right arm. It hurt like a bitch and you had to wear a cast for about a month before your arm healed up enough to do much more.

“You were so worried.” You teased, braiding his yellow hair between your fingers. He lifted his head to look up at you, a pout on his lips. 

“I thought you died too!” Kaminari cooed, pressing a kiss to your knee as he turned back around to let you continue playing with his hair.

“You’re an idiot.” Bakugou mumbled. Kirishima sat beside you, along with Sero, who also had face masks on. They begged to be included in the self-care session and were happily enjoying themselves listening to all your stories.

“So final jam’s coming up.” Kaminari blurted.

“What?!” You laughed, confused at his words.

“T-The final jam?” Kaminari turned back around to stare at you with puppy dog eyes.

“Are you referring to our anniversary as the final jam?” You glared at the yellow-blonde.

“I’m sorry! I had to.” Kaminari stood up and grabbed your hand, yanking you off of the couch.

“That’s right, you’ve been together for a while now huh?” Sero mentioned, glancing over at Bakugou who seemed to be interested in the idea of Kaminari holding a relationship longer than a week.

“One whole year.” Kaminari stared at you with adoration in his eyes, and you were worried if he stared any harder his eyes would pop out. Your face was hot at his words. 

You felt all giddy and warm inside. You really did love Kaminari, and getting to this point felt so amazing, so refreshing. 

“That’s awesome! Congrats!” Kirishima was quick to congratulate you both on the seemingly wild accomplishment.

Later during the night, after washing off the face mask and finishing up your routine, you walked back to your dorm with Kaminari.

“I really couldn’t be more excited for our anniversary.” Kaminari’s hands rested in yours as he pulled you in for a hug.

“I know, I’m excited too. You gonna take me out on a big date?” You tease, hugging him.

“I’m broke!” Kaminari whines, pressing a tender kiss to your cheek.

“I’m kidding. I just wanna spend the day with you, playing video games and-”

“Cuddling.” Kaminari offers, his eyes sparkling.

“Cuddling.” You agree, leaning in, pressing your lips to his. It’s a short kiss, but it’s meaningful, and tender, and passionate. It holds just enough emotion to convey how warm you feel inside. It’s electrifying, pun intended.

“I love you, sweet dreams.” Kaminari whispers as you begin to open your dorm door. You smile and wave.

“I love you too, goodnight.” You reply, closing the door after he leaves.

That night you tuck yourself into bed, happier than usual. You’re almost too excited to even sleep. But eventually, your dreams call you and you’re drifting away before you can even realize it.

The day of your anniversary, you’re a giddy mess. Kaminari and you are practically in each other’s arms the entire morning, hoping that you aren’t being that annoying couple. You’re keeping the PDA down to simple hand-holding even though you’d much rather embrace him and kiss him until you couldn’t breathe.

But you had classes. The mushy-gushy stuff could wait till later. When Aizawa couldn’t yell at you.

During the day, Kaminari and you both ended up surprising one another with little gifts, tiny trinkets just to show that you were thinking of each other. Kaminari of course bought you a bouquet of your favorite flowers, whereas you managed to snag a pretty rose for him and a new game for his console.

He was over the moon about the rose and claimed he was going to cherish it forever. It was so sweet.

That was until lunch rolled around.

“There the love birds are!” Mina cheered as you and Kaminari sat down at the table. Almost the entire class was aware of what was today, and a few peers congratulated you on being together for one year.

“Hush!” Your face burned with embarrassment as you nuzzled into Kaminari’s shoulder, swatting away at your pink-haired friend.

“You guys are so cute!” She teased, taking another bite of her lunch.

Lunch was abruptly interrupted when Kaminari said he had to go somewhere. You were a bit surprised by his exclamation but you said goodbye as he left.

“What’s with that?” You asked, a defeated sigh coming from your lips.

“Don’t know. Maybe he’s got another gift for you.” Mina nudged your side. You shook your head and covered your face.

“Please! I can’t take any more gifts from him, I just wanna spend quality time with him and do stupid lovey-dovey couple’s crap.” You groan.

Kaminari was racing toward the AV room where he had agreed to meet another student for something he had commissioned for you. It was a delicate glass frame with a picture of you and him embossed into it.

Of course by the time he arrived, he was running late. He blamed you for being so captivating, of course though, it wasn’t an issue that he was late, the student was there, happy as could be to have been commissioned for a project.

And the result was beautiful. It was truly wonderful, and Kaminari was almost in tears at how delicate and amazing it looked. Kaminari had already paid the student when he brought up the idea, and now he was finally here to get it.

It was wrapped in a beautiful box, carefully surrounded with bio-degradable filler to prevent it from breaking. 

“Thank you so much for doing this, it’s so important to me.” Kaminari placed the box down on the table in the AV room, unaware that he’d set it down on the button that turned on the intercom for student news, etc.

Kaminari had set it down because he was afraid he’d drop it on a whim somehow.

“They’re just so important to me, I can’t explain it. They’re the one, ya know?” Kaminari’s voice rang throughout the intercom system.

Your ears perked up, your face begging to sear with heat. 

“I think I’ve always loved (Y/n). When we met I could just feel the world stop and all I could see was them. And from there I knew, I wanted to spend every waking moment with them.” Kaminari was completely unaware that his words were now being heard throughout the entire school building.

“Oh my god.” Kirishima looked at you. Everyone that knew you, was staring at you. You couldn’t help but feel touched. You could feel your eyes swelling with tears, happy tears.

“I live to see them smile, and their laugh? It’s music to my ears. I’m so in love with them. I’d spend a million years of my life with them, today marks one.” Kaminari’s words were cut short by a teacher barging through the door. Quickly turning to see the commotion, Kaminari was confused when the teacher started yelling about using the intercom for personal reasons.

That’s when Kaminari’s eyes shot down to where he’d sat the box, and now noticed the blinking red light that confirmed the intercom was actively broadcasting.

Blush spread like fire across his face and ears, as he quickly grabbed the box and stormed back to the cafeteria where you were still eating lunch.

Barging in, you lifted your head, smiling like an idiot as he ran toward you.

“I am so sorry! I didn’t mean to do that I- It was true, all of it, but I didn’t mean to embarrass you or or-”

Your lips on his shut him up as your rested your hands on his shoulders, completely silencing him. His hands held onto the box in front of him, his lips moving together against yours.

A few cheers and ‘woos’ came from fellow students but you couldn’t hear them. You were completely capsulated by Kaminari and the electric love blossoming between the two of you.

Pulling away in a haze, all you could see was him.

“I love you so much.” You smiled.

Later, after a decent scolding from Aizawa and another teacher, you were let go and finally allowed to go to your dorm.

Placing the delicate glass picture up on your shelf you then pulled Kaminari onto your bed, nuzzling into his side.

“This is what I was waiting for.” Kaminari cuddled into you, wrapping around you like a sloth as you laid on his stomach doing the same.

“This is an average Tuesday for us.” You mumbled, pressing a kiss to his cheek.

“Well, I like my average Tuesdays with you, dummy.” Kaminari smiled, clicking on your tv to watch something as you cuddled.

The anniversary was a success. And who cared if nearly the whole school knew about how strongly you felt for one another. You were happy, Kaminari was happy, and you couldn’t wait to spend more time with him.

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#kaminari #denki #denki kaminari #kaminari denki #kaminari x reader #denki x reader #kaminari denki x reader #denki kaminari x reader #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #mha #bnha #my hero academia x reader #boku no hero academia x reader #mha x reader #bnha x reader

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LIKE YOU DO | jungwoo

«« genre »» angst, sadness

«« pairings »» jungwoo x reader

«« warnings »» TW/ depression, hinted su!cide

«« summary »» jungwoo lays in his bed, admiring the moon, missing you, mourning you, and awaiting the time to join you

«« song/inspiration »» like you do by joji & personal shit

The sound of birds chirping echoed throughout the empty house.

It was a Tuesday. Jungwoo's head rested softly against the old gray pillow. His eyes gazed blankly towards the window he faced. The sun brushed across his face and hugged his skin with warmth as it peeked through the curtains. The clock hanging above it read 10:21 A.M.

His brain swirled with thoughts of you. Your smile, your laugh, your touch, etc. From the way that your nose crinkled when you sneezed to the way that your teeth engulfed your bottom lip when you were focused on something. All he could think about was you.

"You need to get up, my love." Your voice spoke from behind him, softly and encouraging. He turned around to face you, smiling. He watched as you smiled back at him before climbing into the bed beside him and lying down. He sighed of content as your fingers lightly grazed his scalp. "You haven't eaten anything in days, Jungwoo," you murmured as your hand slid down his face.

He gave a small shrug as he took in your presence. The glow you gave off and the warmth you carried with you only made him want you more. His body shifted closer to yours as you continued to run your thumb across his cheek.

His hand reached up to meet your own, only for you to slip out of the bed and begin walking towards the door. "Where are you going? I missed you," he whined, finally sitting up.

"The boys are home now." Your words only made his heart wrench up.

"You'll be back later, right?" he asked desperately, barely holding himself up. You gave him a reassuring smile and nodded.

"I'll be back later, and then we can spend as long as we want together, yeah?" Your proposition made him nod with relief and he laid back down. "I'll be back soon, okay? Please eat something in the meantime."

Jungwoo only nodded with a small smile before turning on his side and facing the window once more. The window no longer gave him the warmth of the sun, but now the coolness of the moon. It'd gotten dark.

This happened a lot. He woke to the rising sun on his face and laid in waiting until the moon brought you back to him.

After a few moments had passed, he heard his door creak slowly and he shifted to see who had come in. Mark stood with a plate of food in one hand and a bottle of water in the other. "Hey, how are you feelin'?”

Jungwoo sat up and motioned for Mark to come over. He walked in further and sucked in sharply at the sight of his friend. He was pale, his eyes were sunken in, and his lips had a pale blue color to them.

“Uh, here,” Mark coughed and sat the food and water on the bed, “I made you a sandwich and some fries. Can you eat?”

Jungwoo smiled and nodded in response, taking the food into his lap. He bowed his head in thanks before taking the sandwich into his hands. Mark stepped back from the bed, feeling his heart sink at the look of the shell of his best friend.

“If you need anything, let me know, okay?” he insisted. Jungwoo nodded once more, watching his friend leave the room, shutting the door behind him.

He spent the next 20 minutes eating in silence, admiring the moon. The glow that surrounded it.

Similar to the one that surrounded you.

It was so far from him; from Earth.

It’s full shape illuminated the dark night and beckoned him.

His tired eyes looked to the clock.

10:15 P.M.

It was time, and he took comfort in it. With all of the strength left in him, he picked himself up from the bed finally. His sweatpants clung to his hips as much as they could without falling down as he walked into the hallway.

Pictures strung across the hallway that once caused him great pain, now hushed his sobs and turned them into motivation. Down the hall, he could hear Mark and the others talking.

“It’s really bad again,” he heard his hushed tone, “he looks so gone.”

“I mean it’s been 5 months since his fiancé died,” Jaehyun chimed in defensively, “can you blame him?”

Jungwoo turned his attention back to his destination and slowly crept to the balcony.

The moon and all of its glory shined bright against the beautiful boy’s skin. He smiled softly at the view in front of him. Lights from there to the far distance waved him goodnight.

“Thank you for eating.”

He turned his head, grinning. You stood beside him, hand outstretched to him. “I’ve missed you, Y/N,” he murmured before taking your hand in his own. You smiled up at him before looking out to the night sky.

“We have all the time in the galaxy, my love.” Your words sent his heart fluttering. He released your hand and climbed to the top of the ledge, feeling the soft breeze hit against him.

He listened as your voice called to him, “I love you, Jungwoo!”

With his head tilted back and a resting smile blossoming on his face, he allowed his feet to leave the ledge.

“No one loves me like you do.”

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[souryogurt64]

my thoughts on goodnight moon, as an amateur film person:

it's not like the best short film to grace the earth or any thing lol but i do think it has a little more meaning than people give it credit for. Petes character isn't supposed to be dangerous or a criminal or anything, he's just Dumb and being manipulated by the main character. They have sex bc she knows that she needs to look like she's been assaulted, so she gets him to choke her, hit her, get his DNA all over her, etc etc.. And she also scratches up his back to leave "defense wounds" on him. Like she's definitely not actually interested in him at all. At the beginning when he's watching that animal planet shit is when we get most of her character, really. she finds men and their violence stupid and gross and sees herself as way above Petes character. She's trying to be some sort of criminal mastermind with this big plan to get away with getting back at her abuser, but she makes a lot of little mistakes along the way that will definitely get her found out. She's like trying to be an emotionless psycho who is smarter than everyone but really she's just an angry victim of abuse.

And the mexican thing always makes me cringe, but it does show how she's really just using him bc he's a male POC with tattoos and shit who the police will easily suspect and pin the crime on.

yeah thats what i meant by dangerous in a bunch of quotes, i was a little tipsy and couldnt think of a better word to describe seducing a guy who would help her commit a crime and could easily be framed that she could throw under the bus. like she did choose someone who would rob a house with her but the murder part came later

i still cannot understand what led to the creation of this incredibly short 13 minute film with pete wentz and the girls from hells kitchen with an incredibly graphic sex scene that takes up about half the movie. i guess it was just some of their friends having fun but WHY is the sex scene LIKE THAT

#abuse ment /