#ruined my life actually

[aldenhan]

i will never stop thinking about the similarities between no one else and epilogue

[heartorbit]

searching for a star that's still unknown to anyone!

[pinacoladamatata]

"I've seen the way you look at him... You're in it."

they shouldn't kiss. they shouldn't kiss at all. they're going to kiss a whole lot

[killakalx]

↳ ageless/blank blogs dnf

18+ content, mirror sex (for his bday and definitely not a projection of my own fantasies), doggy style, reverse cowgirl (?), against the mirror, dick grayson is an ass man

thinking about dick grayson who has you face down, ass up in front of the mirror, pulling you back into his thick dick rather than thrusting into you. the force he uses has his balls slapping into your thighs, holding your legs closer together for that echo he wants each time your skin makes contact with his. dick’s looking at you in the reflection, mouthing off about how sexy you look. he gets caught in the moment and his hands slide away from your hips to palm your ass, and the way you have to fuck yourself onto him before your orgasm teeters away nearly pushes him over the edge. your eyes drift away from the reflection of his arms and abs flexing with each thrust, mewling into your arm as you fuck yourself back. you’re doing most of the work now, hands clinging to the sheets to add a bit more force to it.

now you’re taking his cock all on you own; ass on full display for him while you watch yourself bounce on his cock in the mirror. up and down, ass smacking against his pelvis to make a lewd clap each time and dick’s moaning at the view he has. propped up on his elbow, making you yelp a few times when he smacks your ass. at first, there’s deep crescent marks in the sides of his thighs from having to hold yourself upright, now fading once he feels your pace falter. at that point, he’d plant his feet firmly into the hardwood floor off the edge of the bed, locking your arms into his hand behind you and plowing his cock into you.

still, his poor girl gets so tired after fucking herself onto him. just to help you out, he’s standing now- bending you over nothing and forcing your palms into the mirror to hold up your upper half. he’s damn near picked you up by your hips, eyes glued to your ass and the pretty arch in your back before catching a glimpse of your fucked out face pressed into the mirror. the room’s dowsed in sex, fog settling on the glass and making it knock against the wall. there are tears swelling in your eyes, incoherent whimpers for a break that get louder each time he makes your legs buckle. ‘m almost done, doll, dick would groan for the third time, this ass was just made for me, baby. you really can’t blame me. ❧

[thirdtimed]

double life pearl in this fit..

[goonmypenis]

i drew this like a month ago and i am TERRIFIED to post anything on here but ive been convinced

[captain-flint]

Tommy skipped one (1) date with Buck, made him sad, then said I'm never doing that again

[orbch]

sanders sides art post. back to my roots. going back in time to tell 2019 me that i fw patton now. i fw him heavy. hes so funny. the atrocities are admirable.

[lotus-pear]

do you ever think about how in the day i picked up dazai side b dazai had to lie emotionless and soulless—like a corpse, almost—beside the man that gently brought him in, nursed his injuries, held him while he was in pain? he had to keep those suffocating bandages around his entire face, lest this man gain some sort of recognition for the little boy he saved. he had to lay there curled in the fetal position, bleeding and in pain, perhaps thinking about how, in another life, this man cooked for him, tried to build up his strength. read to him to pass the time while he curled up against him like a child listening to a bedtime story. played cards with him. saw through the heartless mafioso. the ruthless killer. and instead saw a boy.

imagine knowing this man, the man who saved you in more ways than one, was going to die one day all because he knew you. because he reached his hand into the darkness and plaintively, like a small child wanting a parent's touch, you grasped back desperately. imagine thinking all of that while that man is just a stone's throw away, making coffee in the next room just like he used to for you in another life. the scent, although you've never been here before, is reminiscent of home. and the tune he's humming? it's the silent melody that plays through your mind seven years later, for the last time as you fall backward off the building with your arms out like an embrace. but, hey. that man is alive. he's happy, although he never knew you. you can die with no regrets.

[crystallizsch]

AGH happy (definitely-not-late) bday to mr jamil viper 💖🐍 and thank u harveston jamil for coming home as well as two of his bday cards 💖💥

[b4kuch1n]

same teacher, different lessons

transcript

[elainiisms]

i love queerbaiting if queerbaiting has no fans i am dead

[ziggystqrdust]

i had a dream about you // alucinatio by alexmeg

“He stares at the ceiling, blinking blankly every now and then, until his eyes close and he falls asleep.”

hey so what the fuck

bonus

caption translation: “you’re an angst enjoyer”

video translation: “that feeling like where it hurts so much but it feels good, you know that feeling when “aww im so sad cuz they didnt end up together😞” but its also satisfying in a way that they didnt end up together😁”

[egberts]

ALSO if prisoners could get educated then prisons could run themselves more reliably and function like communities which is conducive to a growing/healing/learning/absolving mindset

[demigod-shenanigans]

Jason thinks love needs to be earned. The only love in tiny Jason’s world that ever came without strings was Thalia’s, but he was so young when they got separated that he barely remembers her. His mom abandoned him but surely she had her reasons. Maybe he just wasn’t a good enough son.

So he tries to be a good strong wolf and then a good little soldier, for Lupa’s approval and Camp Jupiter’s approval and because maybe if he earns enough points on the achievement scoreboard his dad will come see him. Maybe his dad will love him. If he hasn’t yet, it’s just because Jason hasn’t tried hard enough.

And his friendship with Reyna feeds into this mindset. It’s not anything Reyna says or does. But Reyna is guarded—understandably so, considering she’s extremely traumatized and lived the first ten years of her life knowing love mostly as a thing that could blow up in your face at any given moment. Of course she’s slow to trust and even slower to love.

It takes time for her to let herself love Jason.

And she doesn’t love him because of some achievement scoreboard, or because he’s a good soldier, but Jason doesn’t know that. Jason just sees that Reyna is his friend now, so apparently he’s gotten a good grade in being a friend through his achievements. His dad may not love him yet, but Reyna loves him, so clearly it’s possible to earn love and the world works exactly how he always assumed it did.

And then he meets Leo and Piper. Leo and Piper who love each other without terms and conditions. Who get in trouble together and make fun of each other and would die for each other in a heartbeat. There were no grand gestures or heroic achievements that caused that love to happen. It just did. They just looked at each other and knew they were meant to be friends.

And they love Jason, too. Even after they realize their memories of him aren’t real, they stick with him. Even when he keeps messing up, which in his world should get friendship points docked and make their love go away, they keep loving him anyway.

Jason sees Leo make his little pipe cleaner helicopter and immediately asks if they’re actually friends, because he may not even remember who he is, but surely he hasn’t done enough to earn the friendship of someone that cool. In MoA he talks to Piper about how he keeps being knocked out and having to be saved and how that makes him a terrible hero. He tells her he doesn’t deserve her when she tries to reassure him.

But Leo and Piper keep loving him anyway. They met the version of Jason that’s a mess before they ever met the Jason that’s capable and heroic and they still love him. Leo loves Jason so much he dies to keep him safe.

Leo loves the Jason that laughs at his stupid jokes and plays video games with him and gets stupid competitive about it. He loves the Jason that’s a nerd about Ancient Rome and the Jason who is kind and the Jason who’s unsure what the future holds and what he wants it to look like. He loves the Jason who’s a bit childish and cannot cook to save his life and has a terrible taste in movies.

When Piper is trying to comfort Jason when he almost dies, she doesn’t talk about his heroics. She talks about Jason when he was happy, with a goofy grin on his face and marshmallows stuck in his hair.

All his life Jason thought there was a certain version of himself he had to be in order to earn love. A mold he had to somehow fit himself into, no matter how uncomfortably it fit. And here Leo and Piper are, loving him even when he’s not exactly the fearless hero leader everyone’s expected him to be all his life. Even when he doesn’t know who he wants to be, or what he wants to do with his life. Even when he tells them that maybe he hates being a leader.

And Jason wonders if that’s what love is supposed to be. If he’s been doing it wrong his entire life. If maybe Reyna could have loved that version of him, too, if he’d let her see it.

But he’s so afraid of the answer to that question—so afraid that the girl he considers his platonic soulmate won’t like who he is now—that he never lets himself find out.

[feverdreamsandlucidnightmares]

So how badly do we think it fucks with Andrew that he agreed to stop protecting Neil a few hours before Neil was kidnapped and tortured?