#Hello all

[sekajiku]

aaaeeerith... please... i need it ❤️

[vampiricnature]

Maxie's new pfp :]

[n0g0dshere]

Michael De Santa and his trophy wife

[ask-theredcrown]

"Good morning, mortals."

[propertiesofjoy]

weep not, child by ngũgĩ wa thiong'o

[empyreasheart]

[michaelmorbiussmassiveboobies]

In his next appearance, Morbius should mace Spider-Man

[settsplitt]

you are so pretty (when you're on your knees) - 2.9k - landoscar - E

“Good boy,” Oscar mutters under his breath, and Lando feels something pull in his chest. He wants to be a good boy. He wants it so bad, and Oscar— Oscar wants him to be good, too. Oscar wants him on his knees, with his fingers in his mouth and his shoe pressed up against his cock. He wants him like this, wants him pretty and underneath him and practically begging for it.

or, almost 3k of barely edited landoscar porn that i need to exorcise from my wips folder. enjoy!

[how2bmotorized]

there is something in my heart that is telling me to be embarrassed but i did not spend 4 hours of deciding on a design and drawing it (+ procrastination) for me not to post it

runs in2 the road expecting u to chase me but gets hit by a bus🥺

anyways this is brobeck.

[markus-h]

burning air

[vicodinbottle]

hello house md fandom please welcome me with open arms

[mountainofhistory]

"You know what the hardest part of being as old as I am is?"

"...It's the slang. It's keeping up with the new slang every ten years. I don't know how humans do it."

[sutherlandspiritofficial]

Here's a little smile from me to you!

[damn-daemon]

The world fell into focus. Old, wind-battered buildings rose in her periphery, neither magnificent nor spectacular. They were of the mundane nature of all things built out of necessity. Men bustled through an open, snow-pelted courtyard. Men in black, men bearing a stag encased in a burning heart, further still men of neither description with wild hair and suspect gazes. Wildlings walked Castle Black unopposed.

She stepped toward Jon, ground suddenly cold on feet that should have been accustomed to it. He turned at her presence, and she felt the weight of the years upon her.

He was old, her brother, in spirit and countenance, with eyes that reminded her of their father more than the boy of her memories. A great sword hung by his side, with a wolf's head for a pommel. She could smell old blood on it still. They were all killers now.

"What is it, Brenna?"

Brenna. No, not Brenna. No, no someone else, someone far away...someone...someone...

From Chapter 64: The Rock

[bastardbvby]

i love user dreamwastaken (my bagel)

[guygoo]