#whoops

(don’t mind me trying to dodge radfems in marxist feminist tags its not as easy as it looks)

I’ve had Alfyn Greengrass for a day and I would die for him

powerbottombrucespringsteen:

If i were in a high fantasy setting i’d be corrupted by the allure of ancient and forbidden magicks SO quickly you have no idea

A shitpost I made ft @satans-cake​’s design for Alexandra Feodorovna because of course
This is kinda’ a joke between me and one of my friends so-

Hey! Due to personal reasons, I will no longer be active on this blog. I love tumblr, your guy’s support has been great, but I can’t juggle school, family, and everything else along with this. I’ve been trying, and it just hasn’t been working out. Maybe I’ll eventually be back, but I really can’t guarantee anything. Apologies!

amysmemes:

amysmemes:

and I’ll generate a number 1-75 and give us a lyric for a starter!

PANIC! AT THE DISCO AND FALL OUT BOY EDITION!

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Fratt Week day 4: Skull

[ID: Drawn in a cartoon style, with a light orange background. Daredevil has on a black blindfold and has swung his billy club at a skull shaped piñata that has brightly colored candies falling from it. The Punisher is watching with his arms crossed and says “I know you’re cheating”. END ID]

Oh shoot! I misspelled guard and just been clicking recommend tag without checking and it kept the typo and big oof. Time to go fix my spelling… At least in tags. Oy vey.

Another prompt ficlet! @skyromaniac-05 requested “Rick thirsting over Harley” and this was the result. Given the nature of the prompt, this one’s a spicy one so feel free to skip if that’s not your thing.

Rick has to suppress a groan at the sight that greets him when he walks into the kitchen. Harley, wearing one of his t-shirts (the yellow one with the bunny on it that she seems to be obsessed with) and making coffee. The shirt hits about mid-thigh and he knows for a fact that she’s not wearing shorts underneath. She stands on tiptoe to reach something from the cupboard and the shirt rides up—giving him a glimpse of the black boyshorts she’s wearing.

It’s one of the hottest things he’s ever seen.

She squeaks when he comes up behind her and snakes his arms around her waist. His lips go to her exposed shoulder and he teases, “Been wondering where that shirt went.”

Her hair is piled on top of her head in a messy bun—leaving her neck on display. He starts pressing lingering kisses along the length of her throat. She tilts her head to the side to give him easier access. “What’re you doing up so early?”

“Couldn’t sleep,” she gasps, as he nips at a particularly sensitive spot.

“Nightmare?” he asks, immediately turning serious. He doesn’t usually sleep through them but there’s a first time for everything.

“No,” she replies as she leans into his embrace. “Just woke up and couldn’t get back to sleep.”

“They’re getting better.”

“Yep.” She turns around in his arms and smiles up at him.

He decides to change the subject. “Seriously, where was this thing?” he asks in reference to the shirt she’s wearing.

She giggles. “I may or may not have stolen it from your laundry pile last month.”

“So you’re just gonna keep stealing my shirts?”

“Yep!”

“You know, keep stealing them and I won’t have anything left to wear.”

She grins mischievously and trails her hands up his bare chest to drape around his neck. “All part of my master plan.”

“Is that so?” He pulls her closer.

“Uh-huh,” she says—rolling up on her toes to be closer to his height.

He gasps when he feels her lips on his throat and his grip tightens on her hips. He can feel her smirk. She continues pressing heated kisses along his neck and jawline. His pulse hammers and blood rushes south. She finally gets to his ear and whispers, “Fuck me, Colonel.”

And he snaps.

He hoists her up onto the counter and drags her to the edge. “Yes, ma'am,” he growls, before crashing his lips into hers.

The coffee ends up getting cold.

———

Rick smiles and takes another sip of his beer as he watches Harley having the time of her life on the dancefloor. She’s on her third margarita and has already informed four other patrons that she’s “got a PhD, motherfucker!”

He’s content to sit back and enjoy the view. And he can’t help but think the view he has right now is nothing short of amazing.

Harley’s wearing a pink crop top and those denim shorts she’d hand painted stripes on—leaving her whole back and long legs exposed.

She takes a break from dancing to come say hi to him. “Hiya baby!”

He chuckles. “How drunk are you?”

She huffs. “I’m pleasantly tipsy, if you must know.”

He can tell she’s a little past pleasantly tipsy, but not sloppy drunk.

She grabs the hoodie he’d discarded earlier and throws it around her shoulders before climbing into his lap. His hands go to the bare skin of her lower back automatically and he bites back a groan. He’ll be honest, this is the last place he wants to be right now, with her looking like that.

“Havin’ fun?” she asks.

“Harls, I’m this close to dragging you to the back alley,” he rasps in her ear, before pressing a sneaky kiss to her neck.

“Home?” she gasps.

“Home,” he agrees, before practically dragging her out the door.

His lips are on her the second they get home. She kisses back enthusiastically—jumping up and wrapping her long legs around his waist. His hands go to her ass.

He presses her back against the nearest wall as his kisses move downward.

They don’t even make it to the bedroom.

——

Harley finishes applying her bright red lipstick and then takes a step back to look at herself in the bathroom mirror. She’s wearing a red satin A-line dress with a plunging neckline and open back. She looks hot. It’s the kind of dress that’s gonna have Rick drooling over her all fucking night. Curled hair and black heels complete the look.

She walks out to the living room to see one of the sexiest things she’s ever seen. Rick Flag. In a suit.

He looks uncomfortable as he fiddles with his shirt cuffs and the tie around his neck and his hair is still damp from the shower he just took. Her type may be “covered in blood” but god damn does he clean up nicely.

He looks up to see her and she smirks as she watches his gaze trail from her face downward. His eyes linger somewhere around her cleavage.

“What do ya think?” she asks, knowing full well what he’s thinking.

He comes close and snakes his arms around her waist—hands resting on her exposed lower back. He leans down and whispers in her ear, “I’m half tempted to just forget about dinner and find out how good this dress looks on the floor.”

She bites her lip and suppresses a moan. She reaches up and loosens the tie around his neck and pulls him down to her height so she can whisper back, “And if I’d known how well ya clean up I would’ve insisted on a fancy dinner months ago.”

Truthfully, all she can think about is getting him out of that suit. She’s not one to turn down a fancy dinner though. They’re celebrating her birthday after all.

She unbuttons the top three buttons of his shirt and snakes her hand inside to caress his chest. He inhales sharply at her touch. She moves the fabric aside to gain access to the skin of his neck—where she drops a lingering kiss. His hands tighten around her back. When she pulls back she sees that she’s left behind a lipstick print and she smirks. A little gift for him to discover later when he takes his tie off.

Dinner ends up being more amazing than she could ever imagine. She’s never been taken out to a fancy dinner before for any occasion, let alone her birthday. It makes her feel special, and she can’t say she’s felt like that very often in her life.

Really, the only thing hindering the date is the fact that both of them are so horny they can’t wait to leave. She has to refrain from dragging him to the restroom no less than four times while they’re waiting for their food.

The drive home is agony. Rick has his hand on her thigh the whole time and the closer they get to home, the higher his hand inches up her dress. He’s so close yet so far from where she needs him the most. She lets out a soft moan when he strokes her through her panties. It quickly turns into a whine when he withdraws his hand as quickly as it appeared. She glances at him and can see him smirking. Smug bastard.

She grabs his tie and pulls him into a sloppy kiss the second they’re through the door of their apartment. Without breaking the kiss or releasing her grip on his tie, she leads him to the bedroom.

They both agree the red dress looks much better on the floor.

————–

Rick is busy in the produce section of the grocery store when his phone buzzes. He pulls it out of his pocket and sees it’s a text from Harley. He opens it, expecting a meme that makes absolutely no sense to him, but the image he’s confronted with is better—muchbetter—than that.

It’s a picture of Harley, lying on her back with her head at the foot of the bed, hair cascading over the side. Her legs are bent in front of her and raised slightly and one hand is in her hair. She’s staring directly at the camera. She’s wearing a red corset with black polka dots that makes her chest look amazing and black boyshorts. Curled hair, red heels, and her favorite shade of red lipstick complete the picture.

He looks closer and realizes that, yes, she’s clutching his dog tags in her other hand. He curses under his breath and seriously contemplates just abandoning the cart and rushing home instead. Unfortunately, they desperately need groceries.

He gets another picture as he’s standing in line at the checkout.

She’s lying on her stomach this time, propped up on her elbows. Her legs are crossed behind her and she has his dog tags twined between her fingers. She’s blowing the camera a kiss with her other hand, and winking.

He suppresses a groan and wills the line to move faster. Instead, it seems to take forever.

The third picture comes when he’s putting the groceries in the trunk.

She’s on her knees this time—back arched and hands in her hair.

He goes twenty over the speed limit on the way home.

The groceries get abandoned by the front door and he stalks towards the bedroom. Harley is lounging on the bed, scrolling through her phone, but immediately tosses it aside when she hears him come in.

She shoots him a wicked grin. “Did ya get the pictures?”

He drops to his knees. “Oh I got them.”

He grabs her by the ankles and drags her to the edge of the bed, tossing her legs over his shoulders.

“What did ya think?” she asks breathlessly.

He trails kisses up the inside of her thigh. “I think it’s time for some payback.”

He peels her panties down her legs and trails his kisses higher—purposely avoiding the area she wants him the most. She’s practically shaking in anticipation by the time his lips touch her wet heat.

The ice cream is half melted by the time he’s done with her.

Me: I wondered if I poked holes in the potato I’m cooking-?

*distant explosion noise*

Me: …guess not.

Rhai'li hummed along with the music being played. He’d heard Kaoru practicing enough times now to be able to recognize the tune, and even if he wasn’t so good at carrying the same tune himself, at least he had enthusiasm. He’d been told that a lot: he might not have much of one thing, but he made up for it with enthusiasm.

“Are there words to this song?” Rhai'li asked, walking over and crouching down to where Kaoru knelt behind his funny instrument. It didn’t look like any other instrument Rhai'li had ever seen, with what seemed like way too many strings and like it should be too big to be played by one person. And the long, floor-sweeping sleeves Kaoru favored! How did he manage it without getting those all tangled up?

Clearly, it must be easier to play than it seemed.

“Not that I am aware,” Kaoru replied softly, not looking up from his practice.

“We could add some,” Rhai'li offered, bouncing back up to his feet. “Some kind of tragic romance - two lovers, torn apart by fate, only to find themselves reunited when– whoa!” He’d been pacing the area, enraptured by his own silly ideas, but caught himselfon Kaoru’s carefully draped sleeves.

Rhai'li pinwheeled his arms like a demented piece of magitek, but there was nothing to save him from faceplanting directly into the bizarre-but-pretty instrument.

Dizzy and a little numb, Rhai'li sat up in a pile of splintered wood, snapped strings, and streaks of his own blood. He looked up at Kaoru, taking in his horrified and upset face, and smiled. “You’ve got really pretty eyes. You should make more eye contact with people, you know?”

lycra-boys:

#ticktockfauxpas

Okay, so I’ve got the next 12 pages of (No one else can fix me) Only You all typed up and such, but there’s not really a great stopping point coming up. That I can see, anyway. And tbh, I’m sick of looking at it lol:) I’ve written everything over the last day and a half cause I’ve been avoiding real life big time, and I guess I’m wondering, do y’all want a new chap now, or do you want a more cohesive, at least partially edited (it is me we’re talking about lol) monster chapter in a few days?? I updated earlier this week (if I’m remembering correctly lol ya girl has NOOOOoo sense of time), so I don’t feel rushed to get it out (I think I’d like to sit w it a bit longer but at the same time last chapter was not my fav (or my best writing) so I’d like to put a new chap up to bury that one lol) but if y’all want it, I’ll upload tonight. 

I’ve just realized over the course of this that I should probably sit with the chap a bit longer. good good. If yous want a sneak-peek tho…;)