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NO MY MOTHER IS AWAKE THEY R SPEAKING DONT THEY KNOW THE WALLS R THIN

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as I was about to gorge I heard my father flush the toilet. I may be caught

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snuck out of the house for the first time AT EIGHTEEN to go get taco bell after passing out after my shift.

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theres no wuh I want to luh my wuh with rn

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Ok ma'am have you tried jacking it off and on again

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Funny how a little beef between drake and kendrick and suddenly it’s all anyone is talking about and so everyone has just forgotten that young thug is currently in possession of an ancient staff of unknown power

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never ask a woman her age a man his salary your mutual how late it is in her timezone when she starts posting about that bisexual man

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its okay to be annoying.

unless you're annoying me and it's snowing outside in May and I am cold and trying to study and I didn't get my change back from the vending machine

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The vampire bites the woman he desires

my Twitter: https://twitter.com/Overdoserussa

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If no one gots me I know my parasocial relationship with celebrities does

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Having a crush is so fun and cute and silly until its 4 am and you're overthinking the terrible attempt you made at flirting

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WOAOWOWOW

this was so good I desperately need more!!!!!

snapshot

pairing: sejanus plinth x reader

warnings: smut, mentions of death, depression, angst. hurt/comfort

a/n: this was a very spontaneous drabble and i don’t have much to say about it. it’s a short little thing and i hope you enjoy it <3

sejanus plinth. you’ve never met a lamb so hellbent on the sacrificing of itself. some days you want to ask him why? he makes you a disquieted mess, full of worry, consumed by love. he is audacious, brave, foolishly stubborn. religion is a thing of the past, a concept learned more than a practice, but you understand enough of it to know it when you see it. his bread crumbs and the burning embers of his rage. his myopic beliefs. his warm hands and delicate whispering. he kneels at the alter of people he’d scarcely be able to recognize passing on the street and he says he would die for them. this is a sentence he’s uttered to you. it was a self evident truth.

you don’t ask why. it’d be a fruitless endeavor, a circular fight that would only break your heart. with sejanus its best not to consider all the ways in which he is a ticking time bomb. he is a snapshot and you hold the camera. witty and brilliant. kind. curly hair, doe brown eyes, a mole on his cheek. full lips. best not to remember the way rage fills him. best not to remember the thrown desk, or the tribute named marcus, or the weeks he wasted away from grief and a defeat that reeked of finality. worst of all would to be remember the arena because then you remember: i would die for them. the self evident truth of your self sacrificing lamb.

your camera lens mind focuses, shutters down on this: he is beneath you, bare, full of devotion. you rock into him, draw out a sharp gutural moan that vibrates into your soul. the afterschool special, he jokingly called this. your red school uniform abandoned at the foot of his gaudy bed. his hands on your breasts. his mouth. oh, his mouth. warm and wet and loving. it is hard to imagine in moments like this how angry he can get. hard to imagine that half the time he is a fire pit of sorrow and steely determination and bitter anger. you are full of him, above him, and all he appears to be is wanting, pleased, loving. you pin his curls back from his forehead and grind into him. he can get no deeper and yet you try anyway, because he is sejanus plinth and there are a million ways this can end and only a few are ones you can stand. maybe, you hope against hope, if you fuck him good enough then he will be sated. maybe love will be enough. it’s something he’d like to think. you crush your lips against his and he digs his fingers into your hips.

tomorrow you lose this man to district 12. they will shave his hair and feed off his fury. you know he hasn’t thought about it, not the way he should, but there is coriolanus, all alone, shipped off, and sejanus plinth’s love knows no bounds. he’s so excited about the surprise. he’s going to take him his mother’s cookies. you don’t ask why. you ought to be brilliantly angry with him. you should. explode, your mind pleads, but you rock your hips into his again and your heart soars. you don’t ask because you know why. you know why: because coriolanus snow. because he would die for them. because he is sejanus plinth.

you will remember this boy. your snapshot lover.

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Craving an irish man rn :0

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Farleigh and Oliver are so pf9udsjrwnpz.xl

3rd Saltburn watch last night 😽 Farleigh and Oliver’s relationship remains the most interesting to me,,,

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yum

Huevember day....1

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if i think about the hunger games in peeta's perspective i WILL start sobbing

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Saltburn review (rave) SPOILER

watching saltburn was so fun. like i thought it was going to be rich people playing games with barry keoghan and OMG. The way it starts escalating and just keeps building up until your jaw can't drop and close in time for the next thing. AND THE COLORS AND SONGS AND LIGHTS. I don't know enough words to express how much I enjoyed this movie but you really need to watch it. Don't let people's reactions videos deter you from watching BECAUSE THE SHOCK IS PART OF WHAT MADE IT FUN. So many scenes were uncomfortable and sometimes gross, but they're not gruesome, or bad, they fit so well and I think they make things so much more intriguing and draw you into the characters. Anyway pls watch it and once you do pls share all your thoughts and feelings to me !!!!