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#i am a rusty nail
littlenightma · 4 months
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Imagine you’ve been teasing Rusty all night on the CB radio, calling him Daddy and getting him all hot and flustered not thinking he would actually track you down because there’s just no way he’d be able to find you.
Hands are gripping the steering wheel, jaw is clenched, heel pressing hard on the gas pedal of his truck as he breaks the speed limit and multiple other road laws, intent on punishing you because he’s having flashbacks of the Candy Cane prank.
You’re dancing in a dimly lit bar but from afar you see a man in the corner beneath the glow of one of those purple UV lights.
And he’s looking at you like this:
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Even though you’ve never seen him before, you know it’s Rusty. He expects you to run away but you don’t, choosing to instead jump into his arms, grinning up at him.
“Hi, Daddy.”
The frown disappears into a smirk and he brings you closer, leaning down to kiss you. “Hi, baby doll.”
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didderd · 3 months
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@tic-loud-tic-proud here they are! the good husbands! :3
(i still need to watch the second season, so no one spoil anything in the tags/comments please <3)
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No listen “Round and round the Winchesters go” is my thesis of this whole show
Round and round they go, one dying so that the other can live, trading the world to save the people they care about and then giving themselves in turn to save the world, choosing if their own free will to save the word and then changing the world by insisting they be given free will, fighting the same people over and over as they are killed and then claw their way back to life, making friends and betraying them and reuniting and being betrayed by them, re-learning the same lessons about attachment and the nature of monsters and their lack of control over and over
Round and round the Winchesters go, and since they’re the center of the story, round and round everyone they know goes with them, until the boundaries between good & evil and life & death are blurred beyond identification
Round and round they go—and it’s not just in a circle, it’s in a downward spiral, and if they break the spiral, they’ll be in a free-fall and it might kill them, and this time there will be no coming back (and so, really, there’s no breaking the cycle, because they’re damned if they do and damned if they don’t: always the same destination)
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camotherogue · 4 months
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sneak peek of a guy. hello creepypasta fandom
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steelthroat · 1 month
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I don't understand why some medicines taste so FOUL.
Like- what's the point in taking them if they're so bad they make me barf???
At least make them taste decently or not have a taste at all so I can take them without feeling like my organs are twisting on themselves and my tongue wants to detach itself from my mouth ffs.
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doomh3ad · 2 years
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i literally dread to think of what would happen if rusty nail and mick taylor met.
they both play sick mind games, they're insanely strong, both hunt people that may be kind of dicks but otherwise are innocent, the trucks they drive have a lot of importance...
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driftwooddestiel · 10 months
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i would like to introduce you all to my irl friends panda son Jack, named after jack kline ( said friend also has a larger panda named castiel :^) ‼️)
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xmcu-fietro · 2 years
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I recently got a cheap drawing tablet to start learning how to draw digitally, so I’ll probably post some practice sketches of peter maximoff soon!
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iamnotmereally · 11 months
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the way i repeatedly like shows with bad endings. maybe this is foreshadowing
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hrtley · 1 year
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SUPER early night 2night i have school in the morning.
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maipareshaan · 1 year
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Imo its being cute
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riddlertrophy · 1 year
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having to buy a $25 lumbar support pillow that i'm gonna have to carry around school all day just because the chairs i have to sit in are bad
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mammamiagoth · 2 years
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not me just discovering who rusty nail is 👀
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schwarzeneggr · 1 month
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my cousin has a fantastic huge house with two young children and a lovely wife. my other cousin is studying managerial stuff to handle his own small compagny he created. he seems to do very good with his gf. They are well off and enthusiastic artists and geeks. its barely even worth mentioning that these cousins we did not see often as they are from my 'fathers' side. We are grown up enough to see each other on our own and have cousin parties of course. It was a really pleasant but mature dinner. These are grown men whov blossomed into responsible yet fun adults. Our ages are probably close, thou we dont remember. My brother has a long term gf and a degree but still lives at home, he should be out and into the world soon. The dinner was genuinely awesome, the kids suuuper cute, the house HUGE and we had a really good time. then we went home and kind of commiserated. how unfair things were and how wed have turned out were we not absolutely destroyed from long term abuse. I tried remaining positive bc aside from counselling and working on his feelings my brother has everything to also start a good life. i feel like an absolute failure thou. no degree yet, no relationship to be mentioned. hell i barely go out or get out of my bed. i dont have friends. Im not part of anyones circle. I do not have a close knit group to send memes to. I genuinely have nothing to show for. plus as usual i was the only disgusting fat pig among them. My cousin had a bit of a stomach that his wife joked casually about. lol.. im probably twice his weight. hes a dad of 2. and i have 2 chronic illnesses to deal with, whcih entail their own cocktails of issues. i feel happy and content for my family, im happy to see my mothers smile, i smoked with my brother and we had a fun heart to heart. but the main issue remains. I want to die. I dont want to see everyone else thriving while i remain at the starting line. I will never be capable to have 1/4th of what everyone has or does. i have nothing. none of my drawings are worth anything to be proud of. The injustice of it all is my mom forgives anything and tells me shes proud, i dont even know what shes proud of. so i cant end it. im stuck with so much love in my heart that i cannot hurt my beloved mom. all i need is an illness with somewhat grave complications that ends me or idk.. immolating myself like bushnell for palestine. i feel like a waste of waste of space. shit is genuinely so unjust. we could have been so normal were we given a chance to. instead we grovel, marinating in the hurt of the past that we have not yet procecessed and it might take years of work to become just... normal. And thats only on the mental of it all. My organs are still slowly going to fail me as time pass because im just a slowly decomposing body just a faster rate than normal. i wish i never existed bc that is the only way i can remove myself from this situation without selfishly hurting loved ones. im tired to the bone and just so profoundly sad
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bl00d-hail · 4 months
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just me and my rusty rail spike <3
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noblehcart · 6 months
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❛   We love with claws and teeth and the blood is just proof of how much. It’s feral.   ❜   -AK/Liese
@myhiraeth
she had bitten him.
her mouth had run away from her again with his flirtation, his desire, and she was riled. salty iron sat on her lips as she had tried to walk away. his fingers had caught her wrist, yanking her back till spine met the wall beside her bedroom door. silk robe over black lingerie fluttering open and then stilled against her frame. caged between his arms forest eyes lifted to meet his with a scowl that faltered at his words. at the truth. feral. what she felt wasn't what she had before. she hadn't seen jason in so long. she couldn't remember when was the last time. and she was tired of fighting. maybe everyone was right...jason was gone.
-but the Knight was here. he held her. he craved her and protected her. some nights it felt like he worshipped her. because despite the blood she drew from him- he never took from her. never like that. maybe things needed to be turned around now.
she chokes out the words as iron taste flares on her tongue. "i can't be feral anymore."
hands gingerly rest against his chest, grateful he was out of his armor, while large green eyes stay locked to his icy darkened gaze. fingers curl into his shirt before loosening as they fall to the top of his jeans, delicate grasp holding onto belt loops.
"-but... i can be yours." voice barely above a whisper as she leans up against him to steal a kiss. she feels his hands grasping at her as the kiss surrendering turns hungry while being reeled against all of him. "do you want me to be yours? all yours."
and she feels his answer as she breathes the words against his mouth before he devours again, her back against the wall. fingers force themselves to his pant button, pinned between them as his hands grasp and draw her closer. the metal slides against the denim, freed as gasping breaths echo in the room and she pushes his jeans down. fingers grasp at his arms that unwillingly remove themselves from her frame only for his hand to be taken into both of hers. bruised lips, stained with his blood, part open to suck on his ring finger for a brief moment before two are taken in. she hears her name rasped from his lips as his other hand curls into dark hair, twisting into a messy hold. all the while green eyes never leave his even as she gently pulls his wet fingers away and she breathlessly lowers to her knees. the pounding thrumming blood drowns out any other sounds in the room as she frees him, palms resting on her knees as her mouth fills with him.
the faintest noise escapes her as tongue slides along sides and under, head moving forward and back as he chokes above her on sensation. his hand tightens on her hair, pain mingling with pleasure drawing a moan as she takes him deeper and pace quickens. some point in the midst of it her eyes had fluttered shut as she licked and sucked, tongue swirling the tip as her head pulled back before taking in his length further. he draws another whimpered moan with the tug at her hair again more firmly, vibrations causing him to accidentally jerk her head forward and deeper. her hands neatly sitting on her knees jolt to brace against his thighs with the plunge forward as she chokes and he eases his hold to allow her to catch her breath after a moment of her nails digging into his thighs.
she hears her name again, head tilted up to him above her before scooting closer again. "yours." words said pleadingly. "just yours."
and she kisses his thigh, his hip, the base of his length with an open mouth before tongue continued its work while hazed green eyes remained focused on him. drinking in the sounds of the rasping, gasped breaths, the low growls as she took him in entire again and the way his eyes roved over her body entirely. she couldn't deny what it did to her, the lingerie dampening with throbbing wet heat. her head bobs forward and back as he fills her mouth with his hot throbbing cock and his grasp on her turns from twisted hair to both his hands on her head guiding her pace. a groan is pulled from her as he digs fingers into her scalp and she hears him curse before he pulls her against him, hips driving forward as she whimpered with the depth, his pace quickened as she listens to the guttural raw roar and salty thick hot cords of seed fill her mouth now.
he shakes where he stands and she thinks 'i did that to him.' the need. the satisfaction. the craving again as he withdraws and flushed pink lips part, tongue coated with him, dripping from a corner of her mouth to her chin before dark head tilted up. eyes meet his and her lips close and she swallows deeply between ragged breaths. "i'm yours."
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