Pupcy King. Heck yeahhhhh. She’s a Silken Windhound! But NOT purebred bc breed standards say they have to have dark eyes,,, so uhh she’s got some other stuff in there. But mostly Silken Windhound 👍
She’s not a K9 she’s a sighthound so. But her owner DOES also have an older K9 who taught her allll about it as a puppy… and now she’s like a P.I. But for dogs. A Puppy Investigator. If you will.
I dunno if she should keep the name Percival. I think that can pass for a dog name. Just King would probably fit better, but I like Percival.
Her ears are almost always perked. You could say she’s,,, listening and learning,,,,,
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Small brain: percieving larry saying the woman-man thing gets to you after a while as him saying he was falling in love with alabama and thats why they had to part ways
Big brain: percieving larry saying the woman-man thing gets to you after a while as him saying trying to force a heterosexual romance when its just not gonna happen drives both parties insane
“How far away are you?” Dream asks, voice low and crackling through the phone as Hob groans, getting into a taxi with a sigh, giving the driver his address.
“About ten away, probably,” Hob answers, hearing Dream’s breath over the phone ― and his phone pings. Blinking, he opens up the message, then blushes, his pants suddenly feeling tight as he holds the phone up to ear. “Dream!” He hisses, embarrassed and his face hot as he glances at the driver, deciding to put his messenger bag onto his lap.
“Didn’t you like it?” Dream purrs, and Hob can hear the pout in Dream’s voice as he tries not to think about the image ― Dream in their bed, miles of pale skin as Dream cups his dick.
“I’m―that’s not, you know I liked it!” Hob says in an undertone, feeling hysterical as Dream ― gasps, moaning into the phone and Hob can feel his ears heat as he squirms on the seat. “I’m not―I’m not doing this in a taxi,” he says desperately, dick throbbing as Dream moans, deep and rich and Hob bites his tongue.
“I would,” Dream breathes, “I have,” Hob can feel blood in his mouth with how hard he’s bitten his tongue, to not let out any sound as his partner tortures him, the taxi ride endless.
“What? Thinking about me?” He whispers, loosening the knot of his tie as he looks around, only a few blocks away from home, and Hob wonders where the time went ― although, it probably vanished between Dream being a tease.
Dream hums, and there’s rustles on the other end, the sound of a cap being opened, and Hob shuts his eyes, recognising the lube they use as he covers his eyes. “Before we got together,” Dream says, and there’s a drawn out whine, familiar as Dream puts a finger in himself, “you were telling me about how you had to shower from rugby, and I couldn’t stop thinking about it, in your little shorts and outfit, all sweaty and dirty. I couldn’t resist.”
“Dream,” he pleads, curling up on the seat, as he peeks at the window, and he feels relief as the taxi stops. Throwing money at the driver, he runs out of the car and to the front door, hitting it as he gets out his keys, hands shaking as he manages to open the door. The door shuts in a frenzy as he throws down his bag and makes a beeline for the bedroom, hearing faint moans from both the room and his phone.
“It was that night where we went out for dinner after, remember?” Dream says, voice echoing in double as Dream looks up at him. Dream smirks, ending the call as he turns back around, showing off his chest and leaking cock ― and it feels like Hob resets with the amount of arousal he’s drowning in. “Welcome home,” Dream blinks, pink lips turning up into a smirk.
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Are the genius lyrics to real super dark legit or at least close because good lord they’re embarrassing. Whether they’re real or not I think awsten’s in his writers block era
it's a guessing game of what he's said during live performances - iz
Dream smiles, stopping his work at the soft suggestion tugging at him, with Hob having fallen asleep. Stepping from black sand to Hob’s dreamscape. A blue sky greets him, as well as the rhythmic sound of cicadas as he walks around, stress lessening as he looks around for his partner. Of course, he knows precisely where Hob is, but the anticipation leading up to seeing him is something Dream’s starting to savour.
The white sand of where he was turns into soft grass, and Dream pauses as he catches sight of Hob stretched out on the grass. “Isn’t it winter where you are, Hob?” Dream asks, mouth inexplicably dry as he stares at the miles of skin ― and hair on display, the only clothes being tiny denim shorts, and sunglasses over Hob’s eyes as he sits up, putting the sunglasses over his hair, smiling brightly at him.
“Probably why I’m dreaming of a hot summer day,” Hob says, making to get up ― which Dream stops by sitting on top of Hob’s thighs. Hob grins, bright as the sun, hands going up to his hips as his partner lays back down onto the grass, “you’re not dressed for this weather at all.”
“I shall fix that, then,” he purrs, his black clothes disappearing in a moment. Dream hums, putting his hands on Hob’s chest, trailing over denim shorts to hairy thighs, thumbs stroking the inner thighs as Hob gasps, shorts filling out.
“I have an idea,” Hob chokes out, and Dream’s annoyed to be pulled up as Hob pulls down his shorts, “I’m feeling the heat of this place, so,” Hob pulls him back down, holding Dream’s hardening cock to sit at the crease of Hob’s thighs, “like this.”
“Like this?” He repeats, confused as he ― he gets it, but the act of doing it is ― something that he’s puzzled by, which Hob can see.
“Like this,” Hob whispers, hands digging into his hips, and Dream gasps as his cock, leaking already, moves in the channel between Hob’s thighs, pleasure bright and sparking at the heat of Hob’s body, at the leg hair he can feel dragging along his cock, and Dream whimpers as Hob pulls him back, then forward.
Hob’s cock, resting on his belly, twitches as Dream continues to fuck the crease between Hob’s thighs, and Dream eventually ends up stroking Hob’s dick with one hand, the other tugging at Hob’s chest hair as they moan in unison, bliss spiraling higher as they come, shower of wildflowers coating the dreamscape as they do.
hey I started to listen to waterparks yesterday because of GDY post about awsten and now I’m watching his interviews and dude there is NO WAY this person is straight and not gay, holy shit i am gay and i now what i am talking about, he is the gayest person i’ve ever seen
if you just found out about waterparks yesterday with no other prior knowledge i am begging you for your own good to ignore this blog and the fandom in general and stick to the music trust me you will enjoy the songs if you are blissfully ignorant of the underlying implications - iz