rottin6

[rottin6]

DREW STARKEY PLEASE BEHAVE

[rottin6]

drew starkey as rafe cameron in season four of outer banks.

[rottin6]

OUTER BANKS 4.02 Blackbeard

[rottin6]

[rottin6]

how it feels knowing that life has not forgotten you, that it holds you in its hand and will not let you fall

[rottin6]

heart - shaped scallion found In pho . reblog for good luck & yummy soup 500000 forwver

[rottin6]

mdni. 18+ | bartylily. cw: gun kink.

in lily’s defence, she did just start dating him so how was she supposed to know the rules? barging into her boyfriend’s room wasn’t the best idea, but the best lessons, as she knows, are learned from experience. barty’s sitting there when she walks in, lazily sprawled out on his bed, his chest bare with drops of sweat. he stares at her expectantly.

her focus is stuck on the gun, the silver barrel of it resting against the crease of his hip like it was anything but. “your parents never teach you how to knock?” he’s pissed off at her, but lily doesn’t care. she opens her mouth to speak, then closes—then opens again to mumble an incoherent apology, before moving to back out of the room. it’s then that barty lifts his left hand, the one holding the weapon and lily stops in her tracks, fear clouding her mind.

his eyes narrow at her, his back up against the headboard. he motions the gun as if he were waving her to move forward, “come here.” lily moves, hesitantly of course. she knows he wouldn’t hurt her—or she thinks so at least, and yet, she becomes weary of him. she crawls onto the bed, slowly, sitting in between his legs, and she can’t help the gasp that releases when he moves the gun against her cheek, gently forcing her to look at him.

“i asked you a question, doll.” he murmurs, tapping the barrel against her cheek, and instinctively, a heat begins to form in the pit of her stomach.

lily’s voice is pathetically small—meek when she speaks. “yes—no, i’m sorry, barty. was just excited to see you.” his jaw’s clenched as he hums, dragging the tip of the gun along her jaw sideways, stopping when he reaches her chin. lily’s surprised at herself, at her breathing for staying scarily even as she holds eye contact with him.

he continues to study her, looking for any sign of fear. he keeps his brows crossed, “you missed me?” he says, his voice low, lips barely moving. there’s a fondness in his eyes that calms lily, and suddenly the gun held to the bottom of her chin is the least of her worries. she nods carefully, an animalistic urge to rub her thighs against one another.

“mm-hm.”

there’s a beat of silence and then the corners of his lips twitch, “good.” barty’s eyes fall to her lips, all bitten and chapped from her habits. then, he inhales, “you’re pretty.” and all lily can choke out is a thank you. she doesn’t know why she’s so tense—on edge, but the compliment sends shivers right down to her toes. then, before she even knows what’s happening, barty’s pressing the gun against her lips, tapping it lightly and his eyes wide, full of expectation.

it comes out as a harsh breath when he speaks: “open.” and lily can’t help but gape at him, coming to the realisation that he’s gone and finally lost his mind. but the look on his face is a completely serious one, and he tries to force the barrel past her teeth. his right hand pulls on her hip, rubbing slow, comforting circles on the skin as he mumbles more, “c’mon baby, give me more.”

the gun’s cold against her teeth, the metal reminding her of the piercing on his tongue, and when it slips past her lips and onto her tongue, lily lets out a moan, one she had no idea was building up in the back of her throat.

she takes the gun in her mouth and barty’s sick when he’s watching her, his mouth curling upwards. “good. good girl. show the gun how much you missed me, and maybe i’ll let you show my cock, instead.” usually lily would jump at the opportunity but she really couldn’t care less. she doesn’t care if she doesn’t get to suck him off, because the feeling of the gun sliding in and out, slowly, from his guidance, is enough to satisfy her. barty coos and praises her as her eyes roll further back into her head the more he speeds up, his hard cock throbbing against her thigh.

barty’s impatient though, and though lily could sit there forever, he wastes no time in pulling out, manhandling her face down into his bedsheets and positioning his cock into her dripping hole. “fuck,” he says, “you got this wet from a little bit of sucking?” he pants, heavy from the way her sticky walls cling onto his length. he’s violent with it, unforgiving when he rams into her, and lily makes the mistake of trying to push him back away from her—to slow him down.

lily feels the coolness of the gun barrel press against the back of her head, and a soft click follows after.

“you fuckin’ try that again and see where it gets you.”

for @sommerregenjuniluft always x

[rottin6]

i've been focusing deeply on not giving a shit about what people think. if i notice my thoughts going down that path, then i shut them down. i'm not trying to read anyone's mind. i'm just going to be myself and try my best. if i fuck up, then i fuck up. if i look stupid, then i look stupid. everyone looks stupid, sometimes. it's so much more important to be yourself earnestly and passionately, in all of your stupid glory

[rottin6]

missionary so you can shove your fingers in my mouth

[rottin6]

Can't believe I'm saying this but the weather is slowly changing in Gaza again and it rained quite heavily this week. Knowing this while literally 90% of Gaza's population has been displaced, many living in makeshift tents, is a terrifying thought. Since last week's rain, many people are left without a place to stay and their belongings destroyed by the rain.

The cost of tents is between $700 and $800 which is beyond practically everyone in Gaza right now. However, the Sameer Project are crowdfunding and providing these families with tents. You can help out by either donating and/or sharing their initiative with your friends and community members.

Chuffed / Venmo / PayPal

[rottin6]

therapy will kill patient. he needs bad music to live.

[rottin6]

on the inevitable and loving despite, despite // a revisitation of this

various wikipedia pages / carl sagan / why the sun chases the moon / war of the foxes - richard siken / drunk drivers, killer whales - car seat headrest / saturn - sleeping at last / pale blue dot, photo from voyager / lighthousekeeping - jeanette winterson / ann druyan / new york times / neil degrasse tyson / david jones

[rottin6]

filtering down ao3 results from 14000 to 6 based on a single tag is foul. im sorry none of you are as enlightened as me ig.

[rottin6]

me flirting: what circle of Dante’s hell you think you’ll be going to ?

[rottin6]

laid up in bed googling normal things like have i ruined my life. is it too late

[rottin6]

pretty boys whose eyes roll back into their head when you finally touch them. pretty boys who whisper "oh fuck" under their breath. pretty boys who need to be restrained because they can't handle the teasing. pretty boys who forget they're holding their breath and let out little gasps and pants. pretty boys who cry when they get to leak for you.

[rottin6]

hey man. someone shooting at and missing trump again reminded me how i missed my shot with you. was wondering if you'd like to hit me in the face sometime. lmk