help i just read a fanfiction that was so good i took psychic damage i can feel myself slipping back into the clutch of 2020 chronically online isolation
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I can’t stop thinking about ofmd episode 6 David when I catch you David
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I am so sorry to announce I am back in my High School Musical: The Musical: The Musical phase and I’m only watching the fourth season for Seb and Carlos
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trevor would love to tie your hands behind your back with the tie he wore to the game. he’d bend you over the end of the bed, slapping your ass a few times to hear your whines and whimpers before sliding his fingers through your folds and making fun of how wet you are.
“so desperate for me, you’re practically dripping down you leg, baby. don’t worry, i’ll give you exactly what you want.” 🪼
My love... goddamn, you have absolutely ate and left no crumbs with this. The way I’m yearning for more? Holy fucking shit. I’m smooching you for this, and just know that I’ll be thinking about this for the rest of my life.
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Every night I think, “I should pick up that book and see what’s happened with Eloise and Phillip after Anthony punched him in the face…”
And then I don’t because Kanthony fics keep me endlessly tied to AO3.
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Guys, I was just writing another post (currently in my drafts for later posting because it’s not ready yet) and I realized the last time Bobby saw Sam and Dean before he was introduced at the end of season 1 was probably right after Dean’s stint at the boys home, and he probably chased John off with a shotgun because he just left Dean there for like 2 months at least. And he was trying to talk some sense into the man about what his sons need. And said sons ended up think Bobby hated them, so…. Fun times yeah?
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He feels it, as his roughened fingers graze the alabaster undersides of her delicate wrists, that fluttering, racing pulse, beating, pumping, racing as a butterfly’s wings.
Deep in the night, there it is….her heart, her human heart, beating beneath his fingertips as his arms curl around her, seeking comfort from the cold as he embraces her delicate form.
Her warmth, her heart, a comfort when he seeks refuge from the horrors that play in the carnival of his mind, when she holds him close to her own chest, the softness of her sweet, sweet bosom, and that running little thump that reverberated within, so much faster than the tired, fractured flesh that beat within himself, flanked by lungs that had screamed with untold anguish, contained by ribs that still yet bore the cracks and cuts from wound upon wound, struck by sword and claw.
Her heart, the beating core of his darling Mei…it was…almost a rabbit’s heart, the way it skipped, the way it leapt, the way it fluttered…
Her little rabbit heart.
Mon petit coeur du lapin.
I already shared this with @bamboorocket but frick it, I have to post this because the Waka angst brainworms do be writhing and I am in shambles over here so thanks m8
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@dream-of-pain why do I have the most UNCONTROLLABLE desire to corset you as tightly as possible and worship at your feet?
I just wanted to say hello.
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i knew it was coming yet i’m violently sobbing on the floor rn
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It’s how tightly they hold onto each other for me
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another love message from mari! 💜
when I saw shirtless pixel joel I screamed & knew I had to share with everyone 🫶🏽
OH MY GOD MARI YOURE AN ANGEL SENT FROM ABOVE 😭😭😭
DROOLING SCREAMING CRYING 🫣🫣🫣
THATS MY HUSBAND 🤭😳🤠
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