#she's in a mood

[banisheed]

[pm] fuck you fuck you fuck you

[pm] what the hell is your problem, why would you just leave me there and let THEM go

[pm] I don't get you at all. we had them both, we could have gotten them both

[pm] wtf was that?

[pm] In Austen's Persuasion, Captain Wentworth writes a letter--a love confession, really. In it, he says: "You pierce my soul. I am half agony, half hope." Those words have captivated me since I read them as a child. Agony and hope...how can those things exist in one emotion? A pierced soul sounds like a dreadful affair but it is love that he speaks of, love that has consumed him so entirely. It has haunted me since then; those words and love. I believed in them so wholly then. I thought it might be like that: half agony, half hope.

What does it feel like to be loved?

[tiffanyxvalentine]

Stab the heart if you wanna be brutally murdered by Tiff.

[deathinfeathers]

Bites the back of your neck and pins you down.

[the-gray-maiden]

"Have you ever just wanted to scream at the gods for making life so unfair?"

[guest-1-2-3]

You say

"The ocean's rising,"

Like I give a shit.

You say

"The whole world's ENDING"

Honey,

it

already

did.

[chheered]

chrissy has a praise kink. pass it on.

[noblehcart]

OK its a Liesel day. I don’t make the rules. just her stuff today. XD

[symbioteburnout]

What’s this? Andi actually working out? Sure looks that way.

Except for the part where she’s bare-knuckle punching a sandbag with bloodied knuckles, the remains of a pair of a shredded pair of boxing gloves are on the floor, amidst that are two other sandbags, punctured, leaking sand all over the place, with pictures of Lee Price and Jack O’Lantern crudely taped to them.

The one she’s currently punching has Carnage’s photo on it. One-two-punch, one-two-punch, each time she pulls her fist back, a bit of the tape on them peels off, little bits of blood fly from her knuckles and stain the bandages red. She grits her teeth so hard they might shatter. She pulls her fist back for another punch to the bag.

[vigilantdesert]

hello chief urbosa, Ray Dium here, would you mind telling us what your taste in women is?

"I'm so glad you asked. My type in women is-"

[incorrectmorpherquotes]

Rachel: Good morning, Naomi. Naomi: Rachel, would it kill you to call me "Mom"?

[risingsouls]

           “ Gogeta has very lickable abs. ”

[honeysoaks]

♡  OPEN TO:  m / f / nb ♡  PLOT:  " you’ve just married one of my parents, but i don’t want yet another step parent. so i’m gonna tease you until you cave in.” ♡  MUSE:  prudence quinn (25 ,  pansexual  ,  verse,  anya taylor-joy)

she’s  memorized  their  routine  by  now,  learned  their  habits  and  that’s  exactly  how  she  knows  they’ll  be  on  that  couch  with  the  tv  on  while  the  rest  of  the  house  is  asleep  upstairs.  in  her  downstairs  bedroom  with  the  door  ajar,  prudence  lays  on  her  bed  with  her  legs  spread  and  leather  cuffs  trapping  her  ankles  to  the  bed  posts  as  she  holds  a  bullet  vibrator  to  her  clit,  moaning  softly  but  loud  enough  to  be  heard  as  two  fingers  ever  so  slowly  move  in  and  out  of  her.

[ladamedemartel]

[ SEDUCTION ] ― my muse whispers dirty nothings into their ear.

memes

Tristan's breath was warm on the side of her face. That was the first thing that struck Aurora as she woke. The sun had barely risen, and Tristan's hand trailed gently over her stomach, but it was his breath, his words, that had called her from sleep. It took her a few moments to understand what he was saying and she realized that he'd switched to some ancient predecessor to French that had long ago died from tongues that were not theirs. He whispered of all the things that he was going to do to her upon her waking. "Hmmmmm, are you going to start with whichever thing woke me, or will you first demonstrate all the things that I missed as I clung to a few moments more of rest."

[may12324]

My heart and love of my life, Karlach

[deathinfeathers]

"Hrrr....hrrrr...."

Heels tap, tap, tap against the linoleum floors as she storm's out of the wellness clinic, tearing through the streets with no set destination in mind.

[majunju]

dress