#is actually insane. and needs to be studied

[janeways-coffees]

So I actually work in this field (Laser Ablation ICP-MS my beloved) and while this is deeply troubling, only some of the pods studied had insane levels of Lead. This is (like a lot of commericial toxicology studies) a way to highlight a lack of quality control and how different contamination will vary incredibly across different brands. Like yes obviously vaping things with lead in them will be bad for you (as will the antimony and nickel risks the paper discusses)

For example

(Fig 5 from Salazar et al 2025)

We see that the Esco Bar brands tended to have higher levels of antimony than Elf brands, and higher levels of led. But they all had relatively high levels of nickel.

I guess the point I want to make is that these studies get sensationalized into "dont ever vape" when in reality the point of a lot of this research is "we need to fucking regulate and study e-cigs before they hit the market". And that a study like this is often key in that regulation. People will always vape or smoke in some way. Science like this is determining how legislation can make it safer.

Awesome that we brought back mass lead poisoning. Everything that’s old is new again.

[canyonmoonchild]

⊹ Whiskey and Silk

Pairing: protective!harry x heartbroken!reader

T.W.: cheating (past, mention), explicit sexual content, praise kink, light choking, breeding talk, mild hair pulling, alcohol, strong language, one-night stand, emotional vulnerability

Words: 3,441

Synopsis: one reckless night with Harry Styles leaves you ruined in the best way.

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I shouldn't have come here alone. But after finding that name on my ex's phone yesterday — a string of hearts next to someone else's name at three a.m. — I couldn't bear my friends' pity or their comfort. Their you deserve better speeches would only split me further open. I needed quiet, and the freedom to drown myself in whiskey without anyone trying to fix me. So I'd slipped into my shortest black dress, the one that made me feel powerful. Like maybe, if I looked dangerous enough, I wouldn't feel quite so wrecked.

The bar was cozy but a little battered, the kind of place that smelled like warm wood and heartbreak. A slow, bluesy song licked at the edges of my mood while I nursed a double whiskey neat, letting the burn match the ache inside me.

I couldn't stop seeing it — that new name on my ex's phone, proof that everything between us had been rotting for longer than I'd realized. My hands trembled around the glass, smudging the ring of condensation, mascara still clinging to my lashes in a messy ruin I hadn't bothered to fix.

That was when I felt him — a quiet warmth, settling into my peripheral vision. When I turned, I nearly forgot how to breathe. He was tall, lean, with curls falling around his face, a silk shirt half undone over a white tee, boots scuffed in the best way. His eyes found mine, warm and curious, playful, and something about them made my shoulders unclench for the first time in twenty-four hours.

"That drink looks like it's working overtime tonight," he said, voice deep but gentle, with a soft grin. "Mind if I steal this seat?"

I tried to brush him off, to keep my walls high. "Free country," I managed, voice sharper than I meant.

He only laughed, sliding onto the stool beside me. "Guess that's my invitation, then." He studied me for a moment, his eyes lingering on mine. "Who in their right mind would leave you sitting here alone?"

A bitter laugh slipped out before I could swallow it down. "Let's just say I'm suddenly single."

He nodded, thoughtful, no hint of pity. "Well... they must have left their brain somewhere if they walked away from you."

My lips twitched, a surprised smile threatening. "That's generous."

"I'd have to be clinically insane to pass up a chance to talk to you," he added, glancing at my nearly empty glass. "Let me get you another? You look like you could use it more than a lecture."

My defenses cracked, just a hair. "Sure," I breathed.

He raised a hand for the bartender, then turned back to me with that warm grin. "I'm Harry, by the way." I hesitated, then gave him my name — it felt strange on my tongue, like something new. "Nice to meet you," he said, voice dipping lower, like he might actually mean it. Then he leaned in, just close enough for me to catch a warm, earthy trace of cologne. "If you need a better distraction than that whiskey," he murmured, eyes catching mine with a spark that shot straight to my core, "I'm happy to volunteer."

For the first time that night, I felt a real smile lift my lips. Dangerous, tempting, too soon. But maybe I'd survive it.

Harry kept the conversation easy, teasing with a confidence that should have been off-putting, but instead felt like warm relief.

"Careful, Heartbreaker," he said with a grin, eyes tracing down to my glass. "I'm dangerous when I get you tipsy."

I scoffed, rolling my eyes. "I doubt you're that dangerous. Show me."

He leaned closer, close enough that I could feel the heat of him through the thin fabric of my dress. "Prove you can outdrink me, then," he challenged, flicking his gaze to the bartender.

"Prove I can't," I shot back, ignoring the strange flutter in my stomach. He laughed — a warm, rough sound that I wanted to sink into — and ordered another round. His accent wrapped around every syllable, and I couldn't help mocking him for it, letting the whiskey loosen my tongue. "God," I sighed, dramatic, "even the way you order a drink sounds posh."

Harry rolled his eyes, all wounded pride. "Heartbreaker, you wound me," he teased, laying the nickname on thick. I nearly laughed, but he caught me in that moment, seeing the crack in my armor. His gaze softened, the grin fading to something real. "You know," he said, voice lower, rougher, "they didn't deserve you. I hope you know that."

The words sliced right through me, leaving something raw and trembling in their wake. I tried to wave it off with a weak laugh, but the sound died in my throat.

Harry's expression gentled even more, and he reached up to brush my cheek with the backs of his fingers. "Hey," he murmured, so quiet, "breathe." I swallowed hard, and nodded, feeling the last shreds of the day's bitterness begin to slip. Before I could sink too deep into the ache, he broke the moment with a crooked grin. "So, Heartbreaker," he went on, playful again, "do I get a goodnight kiss first?"

I snorted, smirking despite myself. "Don't get ahead of yourself."

His grin turned molten, heat dancing in those green eyes. The air between us pulsed. His hand moved, slow, letting his fingertips hover just above my thigh — waiting, checking.

"Tell me if you want me to stop," he said, voice so low I felt it in my bones.

I froze for a heartbeat, chest tight, and then slowly parted my legs a fraction, a silent permission. His fingers settled on my thigh, warm, steady, tracing slow circles that left sparks along my nerves. I tried to steady my breathing, tried to keep my head from spinning. "You're bold," I whispered, my voice shaking, but not from fear.

Harry only smiled, thumb brushing the hem of my dress in a teasing glide. "Let me take you somewhere you can breathe," he murmured, protective but hungry, all at once. I hesitated, thoughts of my ex's betrayal still lingering like a bruise — but then Harry's thumb dragged across my lower lip, soft and certain. "I promise you'll forget everything else," he said, so sure it nearly made me believe him.

That was it — that was what tipped me over.

"Okay," I breathed.

He paid without a word, hand never leaving me, then guided me out to the curb where an Uber waited. The city air hit my skin, cool and electric, goosebumps chasing up my arms. Harry slid into the backseat beside me, his thigh pressed against mine, heat radiating from him in waves. His hand stayed on me, a protective weight, reminding me I wasn't alone.

"So, Heartbreaker," he smirked, breaking the tension once more, "do I get a goodnight kiss first?" I shook my head, biting back a grin, but the way his thumb slid higher under the hem of my dress left me breathless. He leaned in, lips grazing my ear, voice a rough whisper: "Can't wait to hear you moan for me," he said, sending a violent shiver down my spine — then softer, gentler, "If you want to stop, say so."

My heart twisted, a painful, perfect ache — torn between guilt and a fierce, reckless desire to lose myself in him, just for tonight. I decided I wanted to let go.

***

Harry's place was exactly what I should have expected from him: sleek, modern, minimalist — but still warm in a way that made me exhale for the first time all night. Soft lamplight lit the space with a honey-colored glow, catching on a plush rug that looked like you could sink into it, and somewhere beyond the glass, the city sparkled under the night sky.

He stepped in first, casually toeing off his boots, then turned to me with that easy grin.

"Welcome to my humble cave. Make yourself at home, Heartbreaker." I tried to laugh, but it came out soft, uncertain. My cheeks felt hot. It all felt so fast. Harry stepped closer, voice low and gentle. "No pressure, okay? We can stop whenever."

I swallowed hard. "Thanks... I... yeah."

He brushed a curl back from his forehead, then cupped my cheek in a way that made my stomach twist, steady and patient. "You're still sure about this?" he asked, searching my eyes.

I nodded, because I wanted him — wanted this so badly I could hardly breathe.

"Yeah," I whispered. "I'm sure." The look that passed through his eyes was pure heat, but wrapped in something warm and protective.

"Good," he murmured, before leaning down and kissing me — a deep, unhurried pull at my lips that made my heart stutter.

The moment his tongue slid against mine, something inside me let go. I let my hands drift to his shirt, feeling the silk under my fingers, pulling him closer. When he pulled back, he let his gaze wander down, drinking me in from head to toe with such raw appreciation I nearly squirmed.

"God," he rasped, brushing a thumb across my cheek, "you're stunning... every inch of you."

My cheeks burned even hotter, a shy laugh slipping out. Then he stepped behind me, fingers tracing along the zipper of my dress, voice going dark with hunger.

"You wore this just to kill me, didn't you?"

I shivered. "Maybe," I teased, though it sounded more like a gasp.

His hands stilled, fingertips at the strap, and he paused — gentle, careful. "Can I take this off?" I nodded again, too breathless to answer out loud.

He slid the zipper down so slowly it felt like torture, the brush of his knuckles down my spine making my skin prickle with goosebumps. I felt the fabric slide off my shoulders, pooling around my ankles, leaving me in the black lace lingerie I'd chosen, half to feel powerful, half to remind myself I was still wanted.

Harry let out a shaky breath behind me. "Fuck," he sighed. "You're going to kill me tonight."

Heat flooded through me, pooling low and hot. He took his time exploring, hands smoothing over the curve of my hips, fingertips brushing along the lace, tracing where the sheer bra barely held me together.

"Perfect," he said, voice rough with awe. "Every. Inch."

He dipped his head to press hot kisses to my shoulder, letting his teeth scrape just enough to make me whimper. My hands found their way to his hair, threading through the soft curls, tugging gently.

"Harry," I breathed, overwhelmed already.

He pulled back to look at me, one hand cupping my jaw, thumb brushing the corner of my mouth.

"I've been thinking about how good you'd taste all night," he whispered, a wicked smile pulling at the edges of his lips. My knees nearly buckled. "Mine tonight, yeah?" he added, voice darker, possessive in a way that made me clench around nothing.

"Yes," I gasped, barely recognizing my own voice.

Harry grinned, the heat in his eyes almost too much to hold. "Let me hear you, baby."

Then he kissed me again, harder this time, coaxing another helpless moan out of me. His hands moved down to cup my thighs, lifting me like I weighed nothing, and walked me backward until my knees hit the bed. He laid me down so gently it made my heart ache, then sank to his knees between my parted legs. His fingers hooked under the lace of my thong, looking up with that infuriating patience.

"Can I?"

"Please," I managed, voice breaking. He grinned — and pulled it down with devastating slowness, baring me completely.

Harry just stared at me for a second, like he was trying to memorize every detail, and then he leaned in, pressing open-mouthed kisses along the inside of my thigh. Each brush of his lips felt like fire, leaving me twitching, breathless, practically vibrating with need.

He chuckled low in his throat, like he could read my mind. “So pretty,” he murmured, tongue teasing just at the crease of my hip. “So fucking pretty with my fingers inside you.”

I let out a strangled sound, hips jerking toward him, desperate for anything, everything. Harry’s hand smoothed along my stomach, grounding me, while the other dipped down, two fingers sliding through the slick heat between my legs. I couldn’t help the moan that broke free — it felt so good, so overwhelming, that I forgot to be shy.

���God, you’re wet already,” he teased, but there was reverence in his voice. “You want this?”

“Yes,” I gasped, shame long gone. “Please, Harry—”

His grin was pure sin. “Good.”

He sank his fingers inside me slowly, curling them just right, and I nearly came undone on the spot. The stretch, the fullness, after being so empty for so long — it stole the air from my lungs.

“That’s it, baby,” Harry whispered, voice low and rough. “Let me hear you.”

A broken, keening moan escaped me, my hips rolling helplessly against his hand as he worked me open with steady, relentless strokes. Then I felt his mouth — soft, warm, teasing — replacing his thumb on my clit, and I almost screamed. He sucked gently at first, then firmer, in rhythm with his fingers, every nerve ending sparking at once.

“Harry—” I panted, fingers tangled in his hair. “Fuck, please don’t stop.”

He laughed, breath hot against me, the vibrations making me whimper. “Not going anywhere, sweetheart,” he promised, his voice somehow both gentle and filthy.

I felt the orgasm cresting before I could fight it — too intense, crashing over me like a wave. My entire body went tight, trembling, clamping around his fingers while he coaxed me through it, praising me over and over.

“That’s it, pretty girl,” he groaned. “Let go for me. There you go.” When I finally caught my breath, he pulled back, licking his lips with a grin that was almost obscene. “I could taste you all night,” he teased, and I let out a half-laugh, half-sob, completely undone.

I barely had a moment to recover before he kissed me again — deep, possessive, letting me taste myself on his tongue. Then he stood, peeling off his own shirt and letting it drop to the floor, revealing the lean, toned lines of his body, dusted with tattoos I’d only ever seen in photos. My breath caught. He was… beautiful.

He caught me staring, and smirked. “See something you like?” I nodded, too dazed to be embarrassed. His hands went to his belt, pausing just a second. “You still sure?”

“Yes,” I whispered, no hesitation left.

Harry stripped the rest of the way, and my mouth went dry at the sight of him, thick and heavy and flushed, already so hard. I licked my lips, heat rushing through me, and he noticed. His grin went dark.

“Want to taste me?” he asked, voice hoarse.

I swallowed hard, nodding again. “Yeah.”

He stepped closer, guiding me gently to the edge of the bed. I wrapped a hand around him, marveling at the weight, the heat, before leaning in and taking him into my mouth. Harry let out a strangled curse, one hand bracing against the headboard, the other threading into my hair.

“Fuck, baby, just like that,” he praised, voice wrecked. “God, you look so pretty with my cock in your mouth.”

That sent a shiver through me, a thrill buzzing under my skin. I hollowed my cheeks, sucking harder, letting him slide deeper, wanting to give him even a fraction of what he’d just given me. His hips flexed forward, controlled but needy, and I moaned around him, which made him curse again, louder.

“Shit — you’re gonna make me come if you keep doing that,” he warned, pulling back gently before I could finish him off. He leaned down, kissing me rough and sweet at once, breathing hard. “I need to be inside you,” he growled against my mouth.

A rush of heat coiled low in my belly at the thought.

“Please,” I whispered, clutching at his shoulders. “I need you, Harry — all of you.”

His eyes darkened, and he guided me back on the bed, settling between my thighs. One hand fisted in my hair, the other braced at my hip, as he lined himself up and pushed in, inch by inch, filling me so perfectly it stole every word from my mouth.

“Nice and slow, sweetheart,” Harry murmured, voice shaking. “That’s it… fuck, you feel incredible.”

I could only moan, overwhelmed by the stretch, the heat, the fullness. He paused once he was fully seated inside me, giving me time to adjust, his forehead resting against mine. I could feel him everywhere, a delicious, aching fullness that made my toes curl.

“Tell me how it feels,” he murmured, voice rough, eyes searching mine.

I gasped, clinging to his shoulders. “So good… you’re so big, Harry, it’s—” He kissed me, swallowing the rest of my words, then pulled back just enough to move, a slow, perfect drag that made me shudder.

“Good girl,” he rasped, hips rolling, steady and deep. “Taking me so fucking well.”

Every thrust made sparks explode behind my eyes, the pressure building again far too quickly. My hands scrabbled at his back, desperate for something to hold onto.

“Harry—” I moaned, nearly crying from how good it felt, how right it felt.

He grinned, then caught my chin with his fingers, forcing me to look at him. “Mine tonight, yeah?”

“Yes,” I gasped, barely recognizing my own voice.

“Say it,” he commanded, voice dropping to a dangerous, possessive rumble.

“Yours,” I breathed, dizzy. “I’m yours.”

His smile turned darkly satisfied, and he slammed into me harder, making me arch and cry out.

“Gonna fill you up, baby,” he growled, voice thick with lust. “Make you so full of me, yeah?”

My entire body went tight at the words, a deep, animal thrill pulsing through me.

“Yes — please, Harry—”

He shifted, pulling my legs higher around his waist, changing the angle so he hit even deeper. I nearly sobbed at the sensation, head spinning.

“Fuck, look at you,” Harry groaned, eyes blazing. “Falling apart on my cock.” I couldn’t answer, only moaned, letting the wave crest higher and higher. Harry’s hand slipped to my throat, gentle but firm, squeezing just enough to make my breath catch. “Good girl,” he praised again, voice breaking. “You’re gonna come for me, yeah?”

“Yes,” I whimpered, barely holding on.

“That’s it,” he encouraged, thrusts going rougher. “Come on, pretty girl. Let go for me.”

The orgasm slammed into me so hard I saw stars, my entire body locking up, squeezing around him. I cried out, voice ragged, lost in the pleasure. Harry cursed, hips jerking erratically as he followed me over the edge.

“Fuck, I’m coming — take it all, baby,” he groaned, burying himself to the hilt as he spilled inside me.

We both froze, breathing hard, his forehead still pressed to mine, sweat-slicked and shaking. When he finally pulled back to look at me, the heat in his eyes had gentled, soft and adoring.

“You were perfect,” he whispered, brushing a strand of hair from my face. “Absolutely perfect.”

I flushed, overwhelmed, whispering a shy, “Thank you…”

He kissed me, slow and sweet, then carefully pulled out, watching my face as he did. I felt a messy, aching sense of relief, a flutter of satisfaction that went bone-deep. Harry stood, then returned with a warm cloth, cleaning me up gently, making sure I was comfortable before pulling me into his chest.

“I’m here,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to my temple. “You’re safe, alright?” I nodded against him, too raw to speak, but feeling lighter than I had in weeks.

Harry held me there, arms strong and warm around me, while the faint city noise filtered through the open window. A distant hum of traffic, the soft beat of his heart.

“I know it’s fast,” he murmured after a moment, voice threaded with honesty, “but I’m glad it was me.”

My throat tightened. “Me too,” I admitted, burying my face in his neck.

He smiled, one hand smoothing along my back, soothing. “Sleep here,” he offered softly. “We can talk in the morning.”

I nodded again, too worn out to protest, letting my eyes drift shut while the last scraps of heartbreak burned away. Harry’s breathing evened out against me, steady and warm, and I let myself melt into it, safe in his arms, the faintest glimmer of hope flickering somewhere deep in my chest.

Maybe tomorrow would hurt. But tonight, I let him hold me.

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author’s note:

first post — thanks for checking it out! feel free to drop your thoughts or just say hi. 💗

love,

🌙 canyonmoonchild

[jjkyaoi]

like people are taking bakugou’s pov at face value too much and acting like this is the last time bakudeku will ever see each other when. no…..? people are talking about how these chapters have mischaracterized izuku when THEY ARE THE ONES DOING IT and it’s actually making me so irritated. no izuku isn’t abandoning him, he’s just taking his own hero path and doing it the way he wants to do it. he doesn’t want to work under katsuki’s agency. he wants to pave his own path. he wants to be his own hero. that’s been his whole thing the entire time. but it is not him completely DITCHING KATSUKI FOREVER. THAT IS NOT HOW IZUKU WORKS AS A CHARACTER, REGARDLESS IF IZUOCHA IS CANON OR NOT ooooohhh y’all piss me off bad

[qui-gg]

Motel OJ

[kagooleo]

happy new years 2025! it's been nearly a whole year since I started posting about fluffyriceshipping here, and my art has changed a lot since then! what better way to start the new year than with some sweet potatoes with their partners 🍠🌅

[blueberry-ink-93]

guess who she awaits

(spoiler it aint her parents lol)

[patheticrafeenjoyer]

barry tries three (maybe 4) times to get rafe to rethink drowning kie; "You flush that pipe, you gonna kill the rat"; "you realize what you're doing if you do that?"; "do you not realize what you are doing if you do that, bro?"; and then i'd argue again with that very pointed look after rafe tells him to get the hell out of the way.

so like... this is the first time barry is witnessing actual maniac, threat to society rafe cameron. (in s1 when they jump jj and kie, barry is dealing with jj so he doesn't see much of what rafe is actually doing [plus i'd argue that what he's doing here has far more explicit intentions of killing someone than a throat grab -- which is obviously still dangerous, but i suppose could be played off as a heat-of-the-moment thing and not a genuine attempt on kie's life]).

and he tries and tries and tries to make rafe realize what the fuck he's about to do here (with a witness no less), but rafe has the kind of single-minded determination of a working dog; once the task is set, he won't stop until its complete. it's fucking scary.

ultimately barry leaves (i guess trying to avoid being implicated in the crime, but like.... baby you unlocked the chain and gave rafe step by step instructions on what to do....) and doesn't see rafe again until he comes to him looking for a piece

to be clear i mean "a piece" as in gun and not "a piece" as in a piece of ass. just y'know because with these freaks it really could be either.

idk i just like the idea of barry seeing rafe at some of his most unhinged moments. and if you've seen the light of rafebarry in the way that i have, this is a very "i couldn't fix him but i could love him exactly as he is" moment.

also i think it's interesting how many times barry tries to talk rafe out of it/make him understand what he's doing (like trying to appeal to the logic behind the mania), despite knowing that he killed the sheriff. something to think about i guess.

(the "talking rafe down saga continues: kelce | topper | ward | barry 2 )

[numerousracoons]

Post-ending (pick your pick) Pathologic fic but it’s just Artemiy Burakh on bed rest because holy fucking shit that man needs to be put on bed rest

[littleplantfreak]

Dreamcatcher (sfw)

(or who has dreams, nightmares, and anything in between)

Sakura has dreams and nightmares, although most of the time he only remembers snippets. Prone to gasping awake or shooting up into sitting position during nightmares. The type to have dreams about his friends and feel like they’re at fault for what happened. Once he had a dream Nirei stole his food and he wouldn’t let Nirei sit next to him during lunch the next day without telling him specifically he better back off his sandwiches.

Whenever Hiragi has a nightmare, stomach cramping follows. Whether it’s his stomach causing them or them causing further stomach distress, he’ll never know, but he has tea and medicine to settle down before trying again. Mumbles in his sleep on occasion, and it’s really kind of cute.

It’s no surprise Umemiya is a dreamer. Sure maybe once in a blue moon he’ll have a bad one, but for the most part they’re really weird and silly. Loves to talk about them at breakfast the next morning, recounting his time flying with a penguin, or being chased by trolls. He remembers the whole thing usually, though he’s such a deep sleeper that once he’s worn himself out enough and has one of those big, drool inducing rests, he just sleeps with no dreams to be had.

Suo is vague, beats around the bush, and generally likes to joke around. When he tells his friends he dreams in black and white? He’s actually telling the truth! He doesn't have good or bad dreams often, but when he does, he likes to laugh about them in the morning. Something about them looking like he’s watching an old movie makes them all the more funny.

Kaji has nightmares more than dreams, but mostly he sleeps without either. He’ll be in a shit mood the next day though, because the nightmare will have him tossing and turning, trying to find the comfiest spot on the bed that seems to have disappeared in the hour or so it took him to be woken by it. Another sleep mumbler. He can actually sleep with his music blasting in his ears pretty easily too!

Kotoha dreams most of the time. She’ll exchange sleep stories with Ume, but hers always seem to be a little tamer than his. Has a diffuser that cycles through colored lights she’ll put on if she has a dream she deems ‘not great’ and a stuffed dragon her siblings got her that guards her dreams on the nightstand next to her bed. Sometimes she’ll have it on the pillow next to her for no particular reason; it’s just soothing (and so soft and cute.)

[lotus-pear]

GUYS GUYS JUST HEAR ME OUT ON THIS ONE i propose skk hair color swap👹👹👹 just imagine how much more powerful chuuya would be w dark brown hair…… man would be the stereotypical mafia boss character he would look so good omfg and dazai alr gets bullied so what’s making him a ginger gonna change lmao. but like does this make sense?????????????? i can visualize this w perfect clarity and idk if that’s a good thing or not

[bisexualfemalemess]

One last thing i need adapted into the show for polin: Colin’s i love you with everything i am speech. It would be such a good follow up to what they already gave us in the carriage scene and then we could have Penelope telling him that she’s loved him her entire life. Eeek.

[caitlynmeow]

When Daniela graduated from high school and was about to enroll in university:

Bela: What do you want to major in?

Daniela: What do they have?

Bela: This is not a restaurant, Dani 😭😭😭

[sock-has-rock]

Ah doodles. This time featuring everything my brain decided to get distracted with. (And hands and feet because my brain also decided I am awful at drawing and need to improve).

(also started Gurren Lagann and jjba... I feel as though I am losing my mind)

[spottedgardeneelstan]

a criminally under discussed part of the extras

[idon-twannabeperceived]

My. Class. Won't. Start. And it's been aFUCKING HOUR

[cmterygrl]

simon as the type to jst .. not fuck u when youve been needy and bratty ... like, he'll be inside you but Wont move and stands there w his arms crossed looking down at you as you desperately try to use the wall as some leverage to move against him...

n he'll call you all desperate and slutty for him .. 🤭🤭🤭