#( ;IDEK WHAT THIS IS )

[nanadouken]

[attex]

this is horrible

[shrews-art]

It is remarkably easy to buy an axe in central London

[stevenrogered]

We don’t have any more time. Mine was always borrowed. L.A. was supposed to be my penance, not my home.

[sadagios]

GRIA: yes, my boyfriend doesnt remember me but we ARE getting back together

GRIA: ok so maybe he does remember . but hes just acting coy right? hahahaha ... RIGHT....?

[didy414]

new tennis fit

[zzzzzzzzzzoom]

luka, live with love.

embrace the pain, the frailty,

and the moments so unbearably shameful.

forgive yourself. again and again, endlessly.

because everything... begins from there.

[iveseenitinmovies]

never seen mash why is one of them always serving unfathomable amounts of cunt

like i couldn’t name a single character apart from hawkeye who apparently has nothing to do with the marvel superhero. no idea what the premise of the show is or what it’s about but i know there’s the cheeky bisexual guy (hawkeye i think) and the cuntress who is, according to the few gifsets i’ve seen (correct me if i’m wrong), one of the guys who’s in drag a lot of the time. this is what the characters look like to me

[musicals-and-mushrooms]

[nanadouken]

WHY ARE YOU SO MEAN

[v1kastr4p]

BOTTLE-FUCKING.

“y’ever shut up?” Sevika grunts, taking a long swig from her beer, lounging back on the couch like a fuckin’ menace. her knees are spread, one arm slung behind the cushions, the other holding that sweating bottle between her fingers.

you blink up at her from the floor, flushed and already a little out of breath, your thighs sticky where you’re kneeling between her legs.

“you’re always whining, princess. ‘sevika please,’ ‘need you so bad’—”

she smirks, tilting the bottle toward you. “so needy, you’d probably cum if i touched you with this.”

you open your mouth to sass her, maybe to say “would not,” maybe to beg, but Sevika’s already dragging the cold glass bottle down your chest, over your belly, and slipping it right between your thighs without breaking eye contact.

it clinks against your clit, icy and wet from her lips. a soft gasp caught in your throat as you jolt.

“fuck,” she mutters, grinning, watching the way your thighs twitch. “look at that. twitchin’ like a fuckin’ livewire. what, this lil cunt that sensitive already?”

the bottle tilts, the rounded glass edge pressing slow and deliberate against your folds, spreading the slick that’s already started to drip down your thighs.

“sev—” you gasp, hips bucking.

“nah. no talking.”

she pops the cap off with her thumb, lets foam fizz and spill over your clit with a hiss, and you squeal, the sting of carbonation shooting up your spine like lightning.

“holy shit,” she chuckles darkly, watching your face. “you like that? you’re so fuckin’ sick.”

the bottle slides lower, circles your entrance slow and teasing, just the tip—until you’re trembling, thighs wide open for her like you’ve forgotten how to be shy.

“gonna fuck you with it,” she whispers, lips brushing your ear, voice full of cruel promise. “then maybe i’ll have a real drink. straight from the source.”

your moan is half-broken, half-prayer.

Sevika just laughs.

“nasty lil thing. no wonder i keep you around.”

[tojisun]

your husband, price, lets you play with any of his men granted that you give him a show while you’re at it. and if not a show, then he stalks the halls of their base to see the mess that you made.

he pulls simon to the side and asks his lieutenant to show him the hickeys the you left on his neck—john laughs when he sees them, rumbles, “sh’ mauled yer ass, ghost.” before simon can say anything, john ducks away, humming delightedly to himself at the pretty flush that danced from simon’s cheeks down to his bruised neck.

he cups kyle’s jaw and strokes his lips with his thumb, and with his brows furrowed in faux worry, he croons, “look’t how bruised yer lips are, hun. sh’ got y’ good, didn’t sh’?” john pretends that he didn’t hear kyle’s sharp inhale, and he leans close to brush his nose on his sergeant’s head, breathing him in, before leaving like he didn’t lay waste on kyle’s heart.

he grabs the back of johnny’s neck and clicks his tongue at johnny’s hissed sputtering. john isn’t angry, he really isn’t, but he felt the indents of johnny’s teeth on the inside of your thighs, and john would just like to remind him—“i said t’ play nice, didn’t i, pup? t’ behave?” it’s no brainer that john’s tugging johnny to his office for a punishment.

(he places the recorder on your hands.

“what’s this?”

he shrugs before pulling you close. he nuzzles his scruff on your shoulder, holding you even tighter as you try to wriggle away from him, squealing how ticklish he’s being

he kisses the exposed patch of your skin peeking through your shirt. “nothin’ much, love. jus’ for our movie night.”)

[paiigemahoney]

9-1-1 | Bobby Nash

[adeleba]

Oh ghost cole

[featherspiral]

I was like shit dawg do I even remember how to draw a normal goat. if someone needed me to draw a goat would I accidentally draw a boss monster. like I probably still can't really draw a cat without making it obvious I was a warrior cats kid

anywayz I'm doing a lot of 8 hour shifts lately so pardon the lack of drawing hahaou

[himulrai]

never getting over the fact that tfp op literally pulls up with a GIANT MACHINE GUN AND NO ONE QUESTIONS IT??????

Orion Swap AU masterlist since this is technically in the AU