I got the biggest boner when I was watching the youtube video of Michael playing league and they were going to invite fans who were in the chat to play. And his friend said “so we’re just gonna let a bunch of randoms play?” And Michael was like “don’t call them randoms.” And so he’s all “fine, fans.” And Michael said “not even that. They’re just people who wanna play league.” And he did his little scoff thing, and yeah I was so turned on
30 students died in a terrorist attack at Bacha Khan University, Peshawer, Pakistan on January, 20th 2016. Please remember them and their families in your prayers.
A stream of thin gray smoke hovered in the air, his lips pursed in a perfect ‘O’ as he exhaled. You watched his Adam’s apple bob in his throat as he swallowed, tongue swiping out across his plump, pink lips before he reached out, passing the joint to you.
You shook your head to decline, already feeling the effects from the few hits you had taken earlier. He nodded in understanding, leaning forward to place it gently in the ashtray sitting upon the glass coffee table. His eyes were clearly bloodshot, yet you noted how the deep red shade complimented his flaming hair and made the green of his irises seem even more prominent. He looked so at ease that you couldn’t help but smile. His lifestyle was so stressful that you rarely ever saw him this relaxed, unless it was after a few rounds of a certain strenuous activity.
Thinking back on the events of the previous night, you feel a shiver of desire run down your spine. He was more addictive than any drug you could imagine. No matter how often you indulged, you never lost your craving for him. And thankfully when he was around, there was never a short supply.
He closed his eyes, leaning his head back to rest against the back of the sofa. Deciding to take advantage of his vulnerable position, you moved towards him, straddling his lap. Tilting your head to the side, you began placing soft kisses along the column of his throat, halting at the bottom to suck a deep, purple mark into the skin. A groan slipped from his lips as his large hands reached around to grab at your ass.
You continued leaving your mark on his neck, admiring the way the color bloomed on his pale skin. Eventually he could take your gentle assault no longer and bowed his head, capturing your lips with his own. He moaned into your mouth when you began rolling your hips into his, feeling his cock hardening beneath the tight denim fabric of his skinny jeans. All of your senses seemed heightened due to the weed you had smoked, but time seemed to be passing slower and you were positive you could stay in this moment with him forever.
Wrenching his mouth away from yours, a cocky smirk settled over his face as he took in the sight of you on top of him. “Fuck,” he sighed, breath coming out in heavy pants. “I need to get you high more often.”
Tan implies that calum was once white. He’s brown, he’s brown, he’s brown. Don’t be like the magazines please… They already take his color away from him.
As much as I love the recent height of success of Willow Smith and Jaden Smith,Zendaya Coleman and Amandla Stenburg. The rise of the "woke" “carefree” black youth who has a tumblr where they post philopshy,presonal text posts,obscure references. They are all affluent. They are artsy. they don’t use “aave”, they don’t do “hood” things, they are all thin , lightskinned/mixed . As much as I love their rise to fame, I cannot help but notice these things. In the age of black lives matter ,where black children are criminalized before they are listened to. I love the sucess of the black young stars but it’s terrifying how they are gazed upon/festishized. I hate going on tumblr seeing Jaden be helded as brave, avant garde when there’s a dark skinned black youth who can’t express themselves because they live in the hood and they are pressured to be someone they are not. Or the queer fat black girl with purple box braids who makes music in her room but shes not heralded/noticed becsuse she doesn'thave the look. I saw a huff post talking about the #carefree black boys movement and Jaden. It was lovely seeing it but i know that black children get hyper masculiznized or punished for solely existed. Carefree black boys goes hand-in-hand with art hoe culture. Where black girls often times favoring the features of Amandla’s and the Willows with background of famous art in the background. While it does seem like this movement is progressive, it feels that there is a commonality: affluence,thinness, the carefully crafted persona. The palatable black girl and boy who don’t stir up trouble unless it’s behind a screen. I do not undertand white America’s fascination with black youthand the horrible dichomoty. Last spring I visited Baltimore when Isaw youth who don’t fit the norm , “thugs” “rioters”, show nothing but love for their familes,peers, and neighborhood. I saw crips and bloods dancing together in unison,touched but also saddened by this experience because i kno American will never view these types of kids as carefree. They are too loud, dark, too tatted, too fat, too fast, too grown, too etc. A lot of our black children are not wealthy and famous and don’t live in Hollywood, so please don’t praise black children when they fit the squeaky clean narrative for most black children who don’t live that life. They don’t have tv shows, stylist,sound clouds, famous mentors. Not all black children can be carefree due to their circumstances. Doesn’t mean they shouldn’t be elevated or praised as they are.