#god. fuck

[murderandcoffee]

“you gonna be here when I get out?”

“always am.”

FUCKING HELL

#GOD. FUCK #FUUUUUUCK!!!!! #red valley #red valley podcast #warren godby #gordon porlock #josie listens to podcasts #bs.txt

[blueskittlesart]

this. this is killing me. this is a constant with him. failure and redemption. he could not save her the first time but this time he is stronger and he is better and he is not alone. no mistake is too drastic to be fixed. no wound is too deep to be healed. you could not reach her then but your arm is not burnt and broken anymore. you can reach her now. THIS GAMEEEEEEEE

#everything about this game. hyrule healing zelda healing links arm healing the KINGDOM HEALING. EVERYTHING COMES BACK TO THIS #second chances. growth. all is not lost because of one mistake. #thinking about how he grew up and where he came from. convinced that the entire fate of the world was on his shoulders #that if he made even the slightest mistake hyrule would never recover #and then THIS. trying and failing and trying again and GROWING AND HEALING AND BEING BETTER. KNOWING THAT ONE MISTAKE ISNT THE END #GOD. FUCK #totk spoilers #totk liveblog

[lesbianpegbar]

i just can’t get over how perfect the mob psycho ending was. like yeah that’s exactly how it’s supposed to end. that’s the most narratively and emotionally satisfying ending possible. i know i keep saying it but i mean it mob psycho best show forever and ever

#god. fuck #it really is just like my favorite show ever #mp100 #mine

[brainwashed-parxie]

KISS ME LIKE NOBODY WOULD WHEN I WAS FIFTEEN. I'VE SPENT SOME YEARS REWINDING BUT IM STILL JUST ME.

KISS ME LIKE NOBODY WOULD WHEN I WAS FIFTEEN. I DON'T INVITE THE HEAD RUSH BUT IT FOLLOWS ME.

#kiss me like nobody would when i was fifteen. KISS ME LIKE NOBODY WOULD WHEN I WAS FIFTEEN. #GOD. G O D. #god. fuck #waterparks #parxies #parx #awsten knight #parxie #parxboys #double dare #waterparks double dare #waterparks lyrics #parx lyrics

[shu-of-the-wind]

not doctor slump making me c r y actually "you didn't live your life wrong" god fuck stab me okay

#not me overidentifying with ha-neul to an ABSURD EXTENT #kid who was only ever good at studying?? who had almos tno friends?? who is trying so hard to do everything she's supposed to do and fails #not because she isn't trying #but because her mind is working against her and the system she's put herself into chews people into shreds?? #god. fuck #i love this show #doctor slump

[arataka-reigen]

Orlando Bloom as Paris I think I might need a minute to catch my breath

#god. fuck #gi talks #troy 2004

[unnatural-disasterr]

but i don’t mind because that’s how my daddy raised me if they strike once then you hit ‘em twice as hard but i always knew in that the end, no one was coming to save me so i just prayed and i keep praying and praying and praying

#ethel cain #god. fuck #i need that song directly into my veins #ryan rambles #music

[okayish-dependent]

I'm going to be ill :(

#no id #liveblogging #ace attorney #pearl fey #god. fuck #I'll be thinking about the implications of this all night #this single line has ruined me #ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

[plnetl]

#dnd oc #dnd #oc #inspired by ultrakill #ultrakill #(not really) #dungeons and dragons #character design #warforged #plnetl #plnetl art #firealpaca #fire alpaca #yah #god. fuck

[mail-me-a-snail]

I feel like Johnny is going to be doing a lot more than kissing Vance after seeing him tied up in that outfit if you know what I mean 😏

WELLL. twirls hair. dressing up nice n pretty for johnny is one of vance's favorite things to do; he loves clothes just as much as he loves showing his body off to his mainline.

special occasions (like valentine's day) usually call for a cute piece of lingerie, sometimes something lacy, but regardless of the holiday, vance likes surprising johnny with one when he least expects it.

there's a thrill in watching surprise; curiosity; hunger flit across his face.

johnny would take one look at the dogtags wrapped around vance's wrists--their chain glinting in the low light of their apartment, how the tags hang over his messy white hair--and he'd be on him in a heartbeat.

(nsfw under the cut)

johnny scrambles up the bed. the mattress groans in protest; vance's small, pleased hum follows. it sharpens into a hiss as johnny runs his tongue against the lingerie's thin crotch; against vance's already slick cunt. he must've been dreaming about this for a while, maybe hours before johnny had come home.

vance jolts beneath him. johnny holds his thighs open and continues, heeding none of his mainline's moans but enjoying the white-hot heat that shoots through him with each one, anyway. it's been one fucking long day.

he needs this.

needs him.

johnny's all tongue and teeth and wolfish. he's impatient. obscene. vance's hips twitch around his head; he digs his fingers into them to keep them down, digs in hard enough to bruise. the marks will come in the morning; the red, half-moon nail marks and scratches will come later.

he laps at vance through the little white slit of cotton that barely hides his cunt. his head's fuzzy with the sweetness of his mainline. it's got his lips buzzing; desperate; drooling with it.

if vance were coherent, he'd remark that johnny's putting his mouth to good use for once. johnny finds the thought funny; he has to, lest he focus on the way it makes his pulse beat, erratically, in his throat.

in the relative silence--the shameless push and pull of vance's moans with the lewd, wet noises johnny's mouth makes as he sucks on the man's clit--the latter's mind wanders.

it travels upward, up across vance's torso, to the outfit that doesn't leave much to the imagination.

it's a skimpy piece of white cotton and pink ribbons. thin straps that fall around the man's broad shoulders. wide cups that had been intended for some lady's tits, though vance's fill them quite snugly as it is.

it's cute, in its own fragile way; enticing. it almost makes up for the stupid candy-pink hearts decorating it.

a heart on each tit, another pair for his hips, three spread down the curve of his belly, and one right above johnny's forehead, stamped onto vance's pelvis. its sharp tail points towards what johnny is already intimately aware of.

johnny breathes, amused, against vance's cunt; that same amusement puffs its chest out with the full-body shiver that ripples through vance.

he always pulls out all the fuckin' stops, johnny muses. vance blows a couple of eddies on a nice outfit just to let him tear it up. never gets mad about it. never even wears the same thing twice.

(not that johnny leaves him anything substantial enough to wear a second time, anyway.)

it's as if that flimsiness, in and of itself, is part of the invitation.

this outfit will be the next in the long line of ruined lingerie. the crotch of it is already transparent with his spit; with vance's want.

johnny raises his head. he licks his lips; what he tastes is bright and sharp. warm. it pools in his already throbbing gut. he strains against his pants--he can't help but palm himself through them.

vance looks up at him. his face gleams with a full blush and a sheen of sweat. his white hair splays out over the sheets. he tugs, almost absentmindedly, at the ribbon wrapped around his wrists; they cut into the soft, warm skin there.

his lips hang partially open. little syllables and whines escape him. he needs johnny--he's not shy in saying so, even if he's unable to get full sentences out. his begging comes in the form of breathy yipping; a deeper keening that rumbles in the back of his throat.

it's not long now until johnny fucks vance into a state of complete mindlessness. maybe that's the former's ego talking.

maybe that's less of a prediction--and more of a promise.

johnny slips his metal digits under the cotton; sinks two of them into the warmth of vance's cunt. he's wet enough that fucking him with just his fingers won't be a problem. won't be hard to tease him with.

he leans over vance. curls his right arm around the bigger man's head, his elbow digging into the mattress. vance's nose presses into his bicep, eyes closed, another whine escaping him--but it stutters off when johnny grabs his hair.

he forces vance's shaking chin up. his dataports prod into johnny's 'ganic palm. the fine line of his throat arches, looks stronger like this; like something to lick and bite and mark for his own.

he sinks his teeth into vance's broad, tense shoulder. he keeps them there, holding vance still as he thrusts into him with just his silver hand, until he tastes copper on his tongue.

until vance starts rutting against his chrome fingers, chasing the satisfaction johnny won't give him just quite yet.

until he's little more than a bitch in heat.

until he's black and blue and red with bite-marks; half-moon nail marks and scratches; until his cunt's ruined and dripping with johnny's cum.

the flimsiness of these pieces of lingerie are only part of the invitation.

vance ties himself up in ribbons for a reason.

#asks #silvervance #my writing #you gotta be fucking nicies to me man. please. PLEASE. #HEAD IN MY FUCKING HANDS #HI. HELLO. HI #GOD. FUCK #im ok im so ok

[fishfingersandscarves]

#talkies #how to be a person ya know #how to grow without someone you love #because you both know itd be better for hou #even though both of you hate the thought #anyway. #right person wrong time i guess. #god. fuck #i hate this

[clay-pidgeon]

i get so fucked up thinking abt homestuck splinters. imagine being a kid and you have to play a game that destroys the world and then you create (because the thing about splinters ive noticed is that theyre always created, in some way, by their “source.” a mirror that you build yourself not knowing youll have to look at it) and you have to look yourself in the eyes and see every bit of yourself youve never seen before . every warp and twist and offputting joke . or maybe, just maybe, you were the unlucky one and youre the broken reflection . Anywayes rating: plural

#krill chirps #my stuff #homestuck #GOD. FUCK #also im being general here #also counting karkats bs as splintering #give him a seat at the plural support group

[nitratekisses]

Mama, what happened? / I never thought we'd go this long / Now thirty-one and I don’t feel strong / And your love is all I want

#adrianne lenker #god. fuck #Spotify

[lesbianpegbar]

also i feel like this panel is just like. this is no home this is the thesis of no home

#does anyone understand me does anyone see my vision #god. fuck #no home manhwa #mine

[transgender-catboy]

... I'm not actually gonna put anything in this caption

#BUT THE TAGS ARE A WHOLE OTHER STORY BABEEEYYY #AHHHHHHHH #JSHSHDKSKHSVDBDNDBGGRRRRRBARKBARKBARKBARKARFARFARF #GDHJSJDH #LOOK AT HIM DUMB FACE #stupid stupid stupid #he's so. AAAHHHH #also the little pinky thing is cute. and also something i do #just. just his hands #ya know? #i just know he's like. the ideal guy to hild hands with. ue probably does that little comforting thumb thing #ya know the one. when you're just laying together holding hands and they rub their thumb on the back of your hand #oh and he always does a little hand squeeze as a check in if he thinks ya might be stressing (whether it be when you're out and anxious) #(or maybe just when he thinks something is on your mind) #god. fuck #he's comfort personified. had to go through depression to get there though. like the best of us #it's late rn so ignore my typos #pls #teehee. now the fun tags since I've created enough space from the front. #this man... oh. okay. um. ehe. he's a giver for sure #like. ya know. um. actually I'm too shy to say the rest of that #ehe. #he just seems the type who loves to [REDACTED] #I wanna say cuddles would be necessary afterwards but i also think he runs hot so he'd probably feel gross and sticky #so he'd either immediately shower after or just flop down dead because he's an old man (lovingly jokingly) #ya know? uh. yeah. okay #rant over for tonight

[graham--folger]

HE SAID THE THING

#HE IS REASON ENOUGH FOR ME TO FIGHT #GOD. FUCK #alex's inane ramblings #trigun