Daily Dose Of Drew Starkey🥰💫
I honestly have never seen a man as FINE as him🥺
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i meannnnnnnnnnnnn
look at this man. just- just look at him
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my morning (whorening???) routine consists of an orgasm or two thinking about Copia before I can even bring myself to have breakfast and start working lmao
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I never thought I would be a Neji Stan , but omg I love that man .
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Somebody stop me from scrolling through the tpw hashtag before I get majorly spoiled for anything and everything that happens.
I already found out more than I should have and it hasn't even been five damn minutes.
It's too addictive and I can't STOP
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O H
M Y
F U C K I N G
S W E E T
S A P P H I C
G O D D E S S
PLEASE KEEP YOUR HAIR DOWN😭
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Under the Vines - Charles Edwards - Louis Oakley
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i’m literally (s)creaming this should not be as hot as it is
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just found a hot femme transmasc on grindr and he’s wearing a cool ass robot mask god i love trans people so much
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Natural Disaster
The only problem with a love like this is the destruction it leaves in its wake.
I’ve never loved anyone enough to let them destroy me.
But with your hand on my throat, I would be smiling at your touch.
Forever trying to gap the mere inches that remain between us.
This loving desire and my imagination are cousins.
Imagination spends eternity spinning worlds out of words, just so we can be together.
She waits for you to call and ask for me.
Her answer.. my answer.. would be yes.
Regardless of the question.
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Slang, contributing to global warming and ovarian explosions, one unbuttoned shirt at a time. 1983 vs 2015 - Beyond Glory rehersals edition.
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The unspeakable things I would let the Reynolds twins do to me… they can never be uttered out loud.
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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.
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