#oxygen for mind

[spencerreidsslvt]

AGHHHH I WANT HIM SO BADDDDDD😅😅😅😅

[bacchuschucklefuck]

space sweepers but they're delivery people and are at no point on screen through the entire movie

[mobius-m-mobius]

If it’s all the same to you… I’ll have that drink now.

[martianbugsbunny]

Me when Benton straight-up calls Carter "good boy" during a trauma

[ohwatson]

becoming convinced to write mystrade in the big year 2025 because i want to devise a fully fleshed out lestrade backstory while also putting mycroft in humbling situations & they’ve been invading all of my thoughts this afternoon

[carriedo-vargas]

I AM ON THE FLOOOOOOOOR, THE HAND SNATCH, THE IMMEDIATE KISS JWOSNAKKANABWJWKMSSJKKWMA. Gifs credit: @/benzatthanin

[stale-trash]

ᯓ★. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁ вαяк ƒσя ωєℓтιє ᯓ★. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁

ᴄᴡ: ᴘᴇᴛ-ᴘʟᴀʏ, ʏᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇ ʙᴇʜᴀᴠɪᴏʀ, ᴄᴏɴꜰɪɴᴇᴍᴇɴᴛ, ɪᴍᴘʟɪᴇᴅ ᴍɪɴᴅ-ʙʀᴇᴀᴋ, ɪɴꜰᴀɴᴛɪʟɪᴢᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ʏᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇ ᴡᴇʟᴛ ʏᴀɴɢ x ꜰᴇᴍ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ! ᴀ/ɴ: @mini-ism ɪꜱ ᴛᴏ ʙʟᴀᴍᴇ ꜰᴏʀ ᴛʜɪꜱ!!

Mr. Yang was knowledgeable - someone who had answers to almost everything. He always knew what was best for you, knowing that girls like you need to be leashed for their own safety.

Mr. Yang was reliable -  someone you could depend on no matter what. He was always there whenever you needed him, from when your entire body burned with unending desire, cunt weeping in distress, to massaging your sore muscles after a hearty exercise. 

Mr. Yang was kind - someone who always forgave you no matter how rude and unruly you acted. He always looked past your tantrums, past the furniture you damaged, past the clothes you shredded, to see your troubled eyes. He’d cusp your face gently and wipe your tears away, large, callused hands rubbing circles onto your back. 

Mr. Yang was gentle - someone who’d embrace you at the dead of night, carefully rutting into you as you moan for more. He’d softly wring out orgasm after orgasm out of you until all you can do is lay there in his warm embrace. He’d always praise you whenever he thrusted into you; you were his good girl, pride and joy - his pretty puppy. 

Mr. Yang was strict - someone who’d never bend the rules, even for you. His burly arms would wrap around your body, firmly pinning you in place. Like his arms, his scent envelopes you like a second, more comforting embrace - the heat emanating from his chest permating your own skin. His thick fingers would roam your exposed skin, occasionally stopping to trace meaningless symbols. He’d always question you, asking whether or not you were truly his good girl, what mistake you made today, and if you were ready for the consequences. Depending on your sin that day, you’d either be flipped onto your stomach and spanked or forced to sit in the dark all alone until you learned your lesson.

Mr. Yang was strong - someone capable of protecting you with ease. Sometimes, girls like you need protecting from themselves. Whenever you claw the door, begging for freedom that you didn’t deserve, he’d clasp your arms within his own, ceasing your movements. Your crass words would seemingly slide off the amicable man with no effect. Sometimes he’d laugh, other times he’d smile, but occasionally, he’d simply stare at you. In those times, his eyes are filled with a mix of unknown emotions, face set in conviction. The only noise filling the small room would always be your own erratictic insults, but soon, even that would fall away as thick fingers are stuffed into your mouth, yanking your tongue out. Bites and groans do nothing as a hand massages your throat, occasionally ceasing at your Adam’s apple. Sometimes, his mouth would rest next to your ear, whispering threats like “good girls don’t bark at their master,” or “don’t make me yank this out.” A chuckle would be the response to your whimpers. 

Mr. Yang was scary - someone who wasn't above breaking your legs to teach a lesson. He always looms over you, staring you down with those brown eyes with the rest of his face eerily blank. The deed would be finished before you could even comprehend what was happening and you’d’ awaken sobbing as you rested on his lap. His fingers would wipe away your tears, yet no comfort would never accompany the action.

Mr. Yang was perverted - someone who'd dress you up in skimpy outfits for their own pleasure.  Often, they’d be babydoll dresses that showed more than they covered. Whenever you were donned in these clothes, you weren’t just expected to sit all pretty and take his unyielding attention. You had to earn it - nothing was free after all. Worship his cock, bury your face in his balls, or suffocate in his tits - whatever you do, it must be done with passion that rivals his own. Once you were slobbering all over him is when he’d finally return the love. You’d be kissed, groped, and fondled til you couldn’t remember your own name - not that you typically could. Like his good dog, you were to bark when commanded, roll over and spread your legs when told, or raise your ass when directed. Too bad that your outfits always end up damaged beyond repair at the end.

Mr. Yang was decisive -  someone able to make hard decisions. He’d always analyze the facts and determine what must be done. The truth was, you were simply too fragile, too weak, to live by yourself. It was only a matter of time before your reckless actions would doom you to a fate worse than death. You were simply too young - too naive - to understand the depth of danger surrounding you.  What you needed was someone to protect and guide you, and he was willing to take up this insurmountable responsibility. 

Good girls like you need a strong master. A good girl like you needs Welt Yang. 

[reksink]

OFF with a Warm Up Zacharie & Two Speculative Elsen Concepts

[lamiue]

I need Spencer and Emily siblingship fictions. IT'S NOT ENOUGH. I NEED TO CONSUME ALL OF THEM!!!

[amaru-sage]

drawing Líf with a mask without vents??? is the equivalent of an anime girl without her hair vents

HE’S GOING TO OVERHEAT AND DIE

[manicali]

I could fucking scream the beauty of a winter night is lost on this pathetic creature, made to marvel at the heavens , yet drowning out the sky with our blinking falsehoods and retched smoke.

[divine-nonchalance]

Are you drinking enough water?

You might not be depressed or anxious, you might just need to drink a barrel of water.

The main cause of many illnesses, mental and physical, is lack of oxygen and lack of water. The two most important things that keep us alive.

Keep drinking until you stop burping, only then you can say you are hydrated. With every burp you drink another glasss.

Jump around, dance, get your heart going so that the oxygen goes where it needs to go!

[hms-incorrect-quotes]

Heart: Why can't trees give off something useful like wifi

Mind: ...so just fuck oxygen then I guess.

[lingonberrylesbian]

heaven is being on my knees with an aching jaw and my prettiest bra on, and choking on my girl’s perfect cock, panting when she pulls out and swallowing spit and precum before i take her down my bruised throat again

[wingedqueenlynx]

For the nosy anon ask:

0, 6, and 26!

0: I am standing at an average height of 5'7 <3

6: Before I got my hair cut short, people always mistaken me as a 16 year old >:/ Now that I have a Pixie cut, people told me I look older for some reason??? I think it's the fact that my grey hair's are more visible now lol. It's a tipping scale on how people perceive me I suppose? XD

26: My biggest pet peeves are people eating/smacking their lips and coughing loudly next to me- Like Stop! My Ears Can't Handle Those Sounds! If up want me to mentally crash out quickly- you found my kryptonite ;<;

It's the reason I wear my noise cancelling earbuds- cause those noises scratch at my very soul lol

[arolesbianism]

Whats up oni community guess who just spent literally all day figuring out how to get access to oni sound files