The Avengers 2012 Era Was The Best Time Ever In The Fandom

fuck it. worm on a string picrew chain. let's fucking go

happy worm creation my friends

tagging @areyoudoingthis @cursed-coat-of-homosexuality @peanutbutterex @tfemteach @piratecaptainscaptainpirates (no pressure 💛)

a reminder to all writers out there, you’re a human, not a machine

it’s okay to be frustrated with your works

it’s okay to be exhausted

it’s okay to have a writer’s block

it’s okay to just want to take a break for a while

it’s okay if some days you can only write one paragraph

it’s okay if some days you can only write a sentence or two

it’s okay if some days you can’t write at all

every single writer has gone through all of these challenges, but the thing is that it passes. none of these struggles last forever. so be kind to yourself. you’re doing fine, I promise.

ok it was all fun and cute at first but my obsession with early seasons daryl (heavy on s1/2) is getting bigger than i can handle .. a crazy stupid infatuation that has me thinking about his lil mean ass every second of the day. like somebody fuck him already! for crying out louddd help that man calm the hell down.

i love every version of him (esp s4 like i just wanna claw my face off looking at him in that season) but idk what it is lately ok please understand

atp i’m gonna start rocking back and forth in the corner of a dark room because of this. if i don’t write about him like this i’ll never heal

dbf!ellie eating you out in the backseat of her car. her head deep between the cushion of your thighs while her tongue’s savouring every last drop. “be a good girl, stay still f’me baby,” her grip getting tightening around your hips, holding you down in place. you could barely squirm as she dipped her tongue deeper into you. “s’cute.. i almost feel bad for you,” her chuckle was subtle under her breath; hot against your clit as she listened to you struggle. “c’mon, stay still.”

the volume of your whimpers increased as she quickened the rhythm, even moving her head side-to-side. her tongue laid flat against you, curving where you needed her most. “e-ellie, i can’t— we have to go,” your words coming out quiet and interrupted by another moan, “f—fuck.”

quite frankly, ellie couldn’t care about getting back. hell, she didn’t care for anything else. she had you moaning her name, begging to come, there wasn’t anything more important. even if that meant bringing you back home with unbuttoned pants and love bites trailing down your neck.

her arms were tightly wrapped around your thighs now, pushing you closer to her face. “k-keep going..” her tongue worked wonders against your bundle of nerves, licking and swirling around your most sensitive spot. lips occasionally sucking on it too, her teeth barely grazing against your hot flesh.

“thought you wanted to stop, cupcake?” you swore you could feel her smirk against your folds, grinning as she watched your back arch off the surface. with her head raised, you could only feel her breath fan over your pussy, teasing you. “use your words and say please f’me,” she leaned further between your thighs, “say please, baby. i’ll make you feel so fuckin’ good.”

erm hey chat… it’s been a while..

hopefully i’ll be more active on here in light of recent events because fuck trump and he’s gonna fuck up whatever he does in office bc he’s a racist sexist homophobic fascist communist piece of shit molded into a human shape and thrown into a bucket of orange paint after reading Mein Kampt

sorry 4 da rant hopefully i’ll get to meet some wonderful people on here and get back into writing :)

♡ slashers scenarios | sharing a bed

♡ fandoms; The Boy, Halloween, Texas Chainsaw Massacre (original + 2006), House of Wax, Dead by Daylight, slashers (general)

♡ characters; Brahms Heelshire, Micheal Myers, Thomas Hewitt, Bubba Sawyer, Vincent Sinclair

♡ reader; gender neutral

♡ cw; very suggestive content, implied smut

♡note; swapped out billy in this one bc i can’t imagine him sharing a bed with someone and not getting literally pornographic

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Brahms Heelshire

> Once he decides he wants to share the bed, he finds the biggest guest room bed and brings all of the comfiest pillows and blankets he can to make it perfect

> For you more than him, but he doesn’t feel too hurt when you push half of them to the foot of the bed

> It was a lot even for a king bed

> You’re reluctant at first, not used to sharing a bed

> But you find he’s very hard to say no to once you’re in that deep

> He tries to give you space, but it’s not long before he’s wrapped around you, clinging for dear life

> And he almost immediately falls asleep like that, head tucked into your chest

> You sigh and try and relax, petting his hair

> And you fall asleep with your hand still tangled in his black locks, holding him close to you

> You wake up to him nuzzling your neck and practically whining

> “Baby…wake up…”

> You’d ask him what the problem was…if you couldn’t feel it against your leg

> You spend most of the morning still in bed, lazily fixing his predicament

Micheal Myers

> He doesn’t get why you want him to do this

> You know he doesn’t cuddle

> You know he usually gets restless and wanders at night

> But there’s no reason to say no, and even he can’t stand how sad your pout is

> You hum and stretch, tucking yourself in and look at him expectantly

> He takes off his boots and lays on top of the covers beside you, stiff as a board

> You have to coax him to even take the mask off, but he still won’t relax

> You quickly realize he’s used to high security psych ward bunks, not big comfy queen beds full of stuffed animals

> “…do you…wanna sleep on the floor?”

> He pauses.

> Shakes his head and closes his eyes.

> After you finally fall sleep, he sits up, intending on leaving

> But you look so peaceful…he can’t help to stay and watch you. Just for a little while.

> When he touches your cheek, you press into his hand. Maybe a while longer.

> When you wake up he’s still staring at you, hand long gone from your cheek

> But once you blink awake, it creeps somewhere else..

Thomas Hewitt

> He’s almost nervous of the idea

> Y’all are certainly intimate with each other - just as intimate as you would be if you were married like his mama was planning

> But what if the family noticed you were in there? He’d kill Hoyt for calling you anything nasty-

> When he sees you in skimpy PJs, he immediately forgets his worries

> He has a huge bed because he’s a huge guy, so when you curl up in it alone, it’s almost comical

> He’s staring at you as he climbs in after you, cautiously removing his mask

> His shoulders relax a little when you smile up at him, still so amazed you can stand to look at him

>“Hold me?”

> He grunts and takes no time in pulling you flush, spooning you. He’s more relaxed than he’s been in a while, sure he’ll fall asleep in no time

> Until you give a tiny sigh and shift your hips, innocently adjusting

> It doesn’t take much for you to set him off- he’s touch starved and obsessed with you.

> Along with feeling him against your ass, you can literally hear his breathing change.

> “…Tommy baby? Want me to take care of that?”

> It takes another two hours before you fall asleep, both sticky with sweat and sated, your head laying on his broad chest.

Bubba Sawyer

> He’s so happy to have a sleepover- even if you live right down the hall in the same house (I cannot imagine you dating him and being allowed to leave the farm tbh)

> He gives you an updated tour of his room- he’s very happy to show you the collection of polaroids of you he hung up.

> You were wondering where those went

> Finally he drops you on the bed, giggling quietly

> It’s old but comfy, and he has plenty of stolen pillows and blankets, and even some stuffed bears

> He strips right on down to his heart boxers, leaving his mask on for last

> He takes it off slowly, giving you that shy look he always does

> You grin and open your arms and he’s more than happy to scoop you up with a coo.

> By the time you’re settled, you’re curled around his back

> He loves being the little spoon, even if he’s a big brute

> When you wake up he’s bursting back into the room with some slightly burnt toast for breakfast

> It’s a sudden wake up call, but a welcome one

> And you repay him in tons of kisses, all over

Vincent Sinclair

> Like some of the others he’s hesitant

> But you want him to relax, he’s been working so hard- so you take him away from the studio, and into your room

> You’re not even letting him so much as sketch until he sleeps

> He tilts his head and is almost pouting, trying to guilt you - even more so once you help him remove his wax

> Until you coax him into his stomach so you can massage his back, that is

> You’re clumsy and certainly not a professional, but your hands on him is enough to melt away the stress

> He suddenly rolls over and grabs your hips as he hears you yawn

> It’s your turn to pout down at him

> But eventually you relent and let him cradle you close to his chest as he hums a nonsense lullaby

> You keep him trapped in bed the next morning as revenge, again straddling him before he can get up to leave

> But this time, you’re most certainly not yawning

"Doomed by the narrative" is sexy and all but i think the narrative wanting to save a character who is utterly set on dooming themselves isnt as much of a thing and it's so good as a concept

Gather 'round, Tumblr. How about a little poem to send you off to bed with?

Ahem.

Twas the night of the 30th

September, I'm told

Every blogger awaited

Those stories unfold

They wait by the Archive

Some delight, some fear

Bracing themselves tightly

Kinktober is here...

The nerds all nestled

All snug in their beds

While visions of bondage

Danced in their heads

Mommy milkers in faces

And Daddy with his belt

And the reader with fantasies

Of how that all felt

But then the spooky day comes

And November rolls in

And a whole month to reflect

On our shameless sin

But as soon as you come

It soon shall leave

And we all must remember

Consenting is key

But before I go off

And the safe word, they call

Happy Kinktober, my friends

Let's go have a ball...

rarityyyy