trash and burn

anonymous asked:

Okay, but dude, how can you be so fabulous and cool in skirts and corsets and thigh highs? Like honey I'm a girl and I haven't figured out how to not look like a burning trash bag while wearing a t-shirt, and you're over here rocking all this stuff???? Like?????? How can you be so awesome??????????? (It's really late and this probably doesn't make sense and sounds weird, I'm sorry)

Eeee!!!! Aaaah!!!!!!! Thank you so much!!!

It’s just knowing what would look good on you, you know?
I don’t even know how a corset would look on me and I’m Õ ~ Õ about my chest

Looking good is honestly, a little bit of faking it till you make it, pretending to be confident for hella good pics when you kind of aren’t

Just start small I guess? I don’t know, if you message me I could probably help you out

Gosh, anyways, thank you so much!!!

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I think I liked you better when you didn’t have a knife in your hand, Peaches... Chapter 50 - Long, lonely nights

Originally posted by negandarylsatisfaction

Originally posted by pinkriver69

When Blake finds herself sold out to the Saviours by her abusive fiancé, she realises that she’s certainly not on her own anymore and finds an unlikely friend in Negan. And Negan does NOT like men who beat their girlfriends, one tiny bit…

Chapter 50 - Long, lonely nights

[Blake and Negan, now living so far apart, realise just how much they miss one another, on those long, lonely nights…]

WARNING: This chapter contains smut/NFSW/themes of masturbation.


The days seemed to drift slowly by…

You’d have expected that with each day that passed, for Blake, things would get easier, with memories of her short time at the Sanctuary slowly drifting away.

But they didn’t.

Things of course went by as usual at Alexandria. Rick, Sasha, Michonne, Rosita, as well as others, would go out, day-to-day, try to find guns, or at least try and scavenge enough food to keep the Saviours at bay for their next offering.

But as the hours and days ticked by, Blake felt herself becoming more distant and withdrawn from the type of life she had so been used to here.

It had been strange, at first, to be back….with faces, some she recognised, some she didn’t, all whispering behind their hands about her…gossiping, speculating….mainly about David’s death…but sometimes Blake had caught sentences slip from people’s mouths…callous and uncaring…

“I don’t know….he always seemed nice to me…”

“Yeah…you don’t know…maybe she’s lying…..I mean, he seemed like a good guy…and if he did hit her, well, maybe she did something to deserve it….”

“What? Like betray us?”

“Well you never really know about some people do you…?”

This had been one example of a conversation two middle-aged women from across the street had murmured to one another, when they had thought Blake had been out of earshot.

But talk like that was common here. For what else did anyone have to gossip about these days? Although that still didn’t make it hurt any less.

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I think I liked you better when you didn’t have a knife in your hand, Peaches... Chapter 56- Then stop me, Darlin’

When Blake finds herself sold out to the Saviours by her abusive fiancé, she realises that she’s certainly not on her own anymore and finds an unlikely friend in Negan. And Negan does NOT like men who beat their girlfriends, one tiny bit…

Chapter 56 - Then stop me, Darlin’

[Negan and Blake get closer in her kitchen, and a lot of playful teasing ensues, while Blake tries to make them dinner.]

Warnings: Dirty talk/ mentions of smut/swearing

Blake couldn’t help but moan in Negan’s mouth as his lips moved hungrily against hers.

She could feel a heat rising within her, and a warmth -a need, which she had not felt since the pair had been back in Negan’s bathroom all those many weeks ago.

Blake heard Negan drop his barbed-wire covered bat down onto the kitchen counter beside them, as one of his hands ran up, coming to linger at her collarbone…..and the other snaking its way slowly around her waist, pulling her body flush with his.

Blake tugged her lips from his for a split second, her eyes now dark, lustful and full of want and she stared at him, panting hard.

Negan…” she uttered breathlessly, allowing her eyes to close momentarily. “…we need to stop…”

She couldn’t do this here…..not with anyone from Alexandria able to burst in on them at any second….

But Negan didn’t seem to care…his thumb drifting down the throbbing pulse point at her neck.

“Then stop me, Darlin’,” he murmured back, as he began to press open-mouthed, lingering kisses to the place on her throat where his tanned digits had just been.

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Trollhunters FanFic – “Like for Like, Echo for Echo”

After the silence of loneliness, Barbara Lake is all too ready to chase after an echo only he can give her…

A prequel of sorts to An Amorous Attack.


The night is dark and full of Stricklake, she whispers…

AND I FOR ONE AM HERE FOR IT! 

Originally posted by drunkbroadway

Dedicated to @humanityinahandbag & @bifacialler, my fellow shipmates in Stricklake Hell and who deserve all the love and encouragement in the world! Ler my love, please feel free to think of this as an early birthday present =) 

Fair bit of warning, folks, it gets quite steamy here. Nothing that warrants an Explicit or Mature rating, of course, but…well, if you read An Amorous Attack, you know what’s in store. 

Originally posted by hideawayandhaven

As always, I hope you enjoy! 


“You know…you didn’t have to walk me home.”

He arched a brow at her as they made their way up to her porch, the gesture making those (so unfairly gorgeous) green eyes of his glint as his mouth curled into a half smile, the same one that had made Barbara’s heart do such a strange little spasm when first seeing it that she had been worried until she realized that oh, that’s fluttering.

That had been followed by Oh God, what the hell are you thinking, getting a crush on your son’s teacher?

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