#p: edits

[ssjumi]

me: man, i really want to do some squiggly lines and wrinkly folds with my brush pen, but what should i draw?

@pangur-and-grim's humble homunculus:

[mournfulroses]

Mary Oliver, from a poem titled "Work," featured in The Southern Review (edited)

[papanowo]

what is their problem like actually

[heritageposts]

The Ethnic Cleansing of Palestine, by Ilan Pappé (2006)

Just a reminder that Israel was built, by design, on ethnic cleansing.

[strnlslut]

THE SMIRK??? IS HE PUSHING IT DOWN?????

[cedric-k-rossignol]

[bbugspray]

"Kim! We have to prove that disco isn't dead"

[wildspringday]

via richardscarrylove

[fashion-runways]

Taraji P. Henson attends the 2025 Met Gala Celebrating "Superfine: Tailoring Black Style" at Metropolitan Museum of Art on May 05, 2025 in New York City. (Photo by Dia Dipasupil/Getty Images) if you want to support this blog consider donating to: ko-fi.com/fashionrunways

[tiffycat]

Lucy and her three weed smoking boyfriends

[matthewswifeee]

GUYS I HAVE A WHOLE FOLDER OF MATT AUDIOS IN MY PHONE !!!!

[violaobanion]

PRIDE & PREJUDICE (2005) dir. Joe Wright

[trashcora]

SABRINA CARPENTER & PEDRO PASCAL SNL 50th Anniversary Special | 02.16.25

[cvnntagious]

:: fucking chris on the tour bus

the cold metal of his ring against your warm skin caused a shiver to travel up your spine, arms wrapped around his neck to pull him closer. he was barely undressed, the blue button up over his long sleeve thermal open and his pants only pulled down to his knees—you two only had so much time before his brothers came back.

“whats gotten into you, huh?” he asked, voice strained with need as you lifted yourself and dropped onto his length repeatedly, clawing at the snapback hat still covering his tousled curls, “needy girl.”

you couldn’t help but let out a small giggle at his cluelessness, gasping a bit when you felt his tip prod at your sweet spot. you felt like you could melt into him, practically collapsing on top of him as you buried your face in his neck. “look s’good,” you whimpered out through labored breaths, forcing your hips to grind into him.

he let out a pleasured hum at your small praise, his dull fingernails further digging into your sides. “gotta speed it up, brothers’ll be back soon,” he warned, now using his large hands to bounce you on top of him manually, small grunts and groans escaping his parted pink lips.

“a- ah, ohh shit,” you stuttered, warm breath hitting his neck as his veiny dick massaged your gummy insides, sending waves of pleasure through your body with each thrust.

chris’ hips began to lift to meet yours, feeling his eyes almost roll back into his head when he felt you clenching around him just the way he liked. that small plea of a ‘gonna cum’ that tumbled from your lips repeatedly, accompanied by whines of his name as you tugged at his thermal. in the midst of your hands searching for grounding, you’d flipped the hat off his head, leaving it to fall somewhere on the seat beside him.

he felt his balls tightening, fighting against himself not to blow his load inside you right then. his clothes felt hot and restrictive, almost sticking to him as your bodies mashed together. “fuckk,” chris drawled in a whine-like tone, causing your ears to perk up at his desperation, heightening the feeling of his warm dick using your cunt.

suddenly, you were practically being thrown off him, chris’ hand outstretching to work his nimble fingers on your clit as you watched his orgasm crash over him. his body jolted, thighs tensing and white spurts of fluid wetting his shirt—though you didn’t have much time to admire his beauty in this state, his soft fingertips bringing your orgasm onto you not long after.

a/n : he js looked so good in this fit, i couldn’t resist

-love, your grandma cvnty ☆!

[wistfulwatcher]

3.09 Bulletproof | 4.09 A Slippery Slope

[wildspringday]

emma thompson via instagram