#ARE YOU HAPPY?

[howdylogan]

SAVE A HORSE RIDE A COWBOY

me acuerdo cuando en tiktkk estaba de moda los trends d vaqueros, pero nadie nunca piensa en los gauchos.......

i like to think that Spy OBVIOUSLY can't turn invisible, so he uses a technique with his horse to lift more dirt than usual and be able to escape.....like this

and no Spy is not called Spy either

[g-art-lover]

[flametrashiraarchive]

Closer

Alright alright this is for @desi-the-blue-eyed-kakushi because I forgot Giyuu existed for about 30 seconds. Please accept this shameless smut of your needy boy as my formal apology.

Giyuu Tomioka x f!reader. NSFW below the cut. Get outta here you little babies.

Imagine being on top of Giyuu, leaning back with your hands braced on his clenched thighs, giving him the most spectacular view of your body as he groans beneath you. His hair is spread across the pillow like crows' wings, his lapis lazuli eyes drinking you in as you ride his dick. The room is filled with the sounds of your breathing and Giyuu's moans as he fingers your clit, loving the way your pussy clenches as he drives you closer to release. 

"Fuck, you feel so good," he murmurs, putting everything he has into stroking your clit just the way you like it. It takes all his self control to let your pleasure build steadily instead of just strumming you relentlessly to climax. He wants to be good for you.

You look incredible riding him like this but you're so distant, so far away from his lips. He wants kiss you so fucking bad. He wants to hold you and feel your breath fanning over his lips. Dammit, he needs it. He needs to be close to you.

"Hold my hand," he whispers, “please.”

"Not yet. Giyuu… don't stop."

He grits his teeth and turns his head to the side, the sinews in his neck flexing as he tries so hard to keep his cool. He could so easily get you off with one hand while you held the other, but you’re too far gone to realize. His sulking only lasts a second or two before his eyes are back on you, addicted to the hypnotic sight of you grinding against him. 

He focuses instead on the closeness you are permitting him; the squeeze of your thighs around his hips, the wet heat of your pussy clenching around his dick, the weight of your palms braced just above his knees. Gods, but it’s not enough. He needs to hold you. 

His lips part once more. “P-please…”

Your lips tilt into a smirk–you know exactly what you’re doing to him and it drives him crazy. But you feel so good, so damn good. Good enough to drag a needy whine from his lips. 

God he just wants to be close to you, to breathe in the scent of you and–

He can’t stand the distance a moment longer. In one swift movement he sits up and turns you both over, putting you on your back and pinning you beneath his weight.

“Giyuu!” 

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I just…” he takes your hand and interlocks his fingers with yours, holding it as he rocks into you. Your foreheads are pressed together, his breath hot and ragged against your lips, his body flush with yours, touching every inch of you he can. “I need this. I’m sorry.”

He knows he probably just delayed your orgasm, he knows he’s going to have to work extra hard to get you off now. And he’ll make it up to you, he will, but not before your lips are plump and tingling from his kisses, not before he’s drunk on the sensation of being this close to you. 

And all the while he’s slowly grinding his hips against you, his dick harder than it’s ever been, stuffing you full but barely moving, because the intimacy and the closeness is far more potent to him than the physical sensation. 

“So needy,” you sigh affectionately, earning you a whine of protest as he buries his face in the curve between your shoulder and your neck. 

He’s still clasping your hand in his as he fucks you slowly, trying to savor every moment of closeness. But the moment you stroke your free hand through his hair he can’t hold back. 

“Oh, love, no don’t… I’m gonna… fuuuck,” he gasps, pressing his lips to your shoulder while his cock spurts into you. “Fuck, I’m so sorry.”

You assure him it’s okay, you don’t mind, and he raises his head, revealing his dewy eyelashes and pink-stained cheeks.

“It’s okay,” you insist again, pressing your lips to his temple and holding him as he trembles in your arms. "I promise."

His eyes flutter shut. He's still rock hard.

It just feels so good to be close to you that he simply doesn’t stop after he cums. His back teeth are pressed together as he rides through the overstimulation, thrusting faster and faster until the room fills with his breathless whimpers and the beautifully lewd sound of his cock pounding his cum deeper into you.

His hands are still entwined with yours as he kisses you,  pistoning his hips now, moaning, whimpering, deeper, harder, swallowing your cries when you cum, your pussy throbbing as you moan his name. 

“M-more,” he slurs, barely able to keep his eyes open as he lowers his weight onto his forearms around your head, caging your face so he can kiss you more. He’s so damn drunk on the intimacy he barely registers his second orgasm, or yours.

[luwyv]

cursed idea: TALL FOUR

Thanks! I hate it!

[magic-ace]

NO. THIS IS NOW AN INANIMATE BREAKDOWNITY QUADRILOGY. (The yelling is for dramatic effect.)

IS THIS HOW IT ENDS? A MICROCOSM OF CHILDHOOD DREAMS, WROUGHT BY TIME. THE YEARS KEPT ON PASSING AS THE TIDES OF PEOPLE, EMOTIONS, AND THE WORLD'S FUNDAMENTAL PROPERTIES CHANGED. WAS IT WORTH THE WINS AND LOSSES? ARE YOU HAPPY?

[keeperthemultiversemom]

KEEPER KEEPER KEEPER!! PLEASE CAN YOU HELP TRADER THIS TIME?!??! I KNOW HIS PLACE IS SHUT OR SOMETHING B BUT YOU CAN HELP HIM RIGHT???! YOU'RE POWERFUL TOO!! CAN YOU??? CAN YOU?????? 😭😭😭😭💦💦💦

She is worried...

In references to this :

https://www.tumblr.com/asking-trader-howdy/723191368109948928/beware-an-eyes-you-have-no-right-to-think?source=share

[macbethheadband]

Everyone who evil booped me know my word 97 just crashed and i lost a 48 page document

[tvsoftboi]

penis

Aw yeah boys, we getting pregnant tonight

[pvffinsedits]

aph Sweden

Fanart: @nordickies

Last post of tonight, 🩷✨

[iwonderwh0]

I don't know why I keep coming up with some really cruel things that'd be possible for androids, but

Stealing memories

Posting them publicly

Ouch

That's really fucked up

[probablynottheworsttranspoet]

Here's a poem dedicated to my mom, who washed down a bottle of pills with vodka in front of me on my 21st birthday to teach me a lesson, and who to this day refuses to call me her daughter.

Mother:

Ominous promises of rain,

chattered in tandem

with cluttered pots and pans

clattered to scatter the still,

a shrill banter of blather

and lots of random cuss words,

thus uttered in a cluster,

as we wiped down the windowsills.

It'd be a sin to will away

the summers we once shared,

but I'm guilty and scared of

another fight with you, mother,

staring at me all blank

as you spill your refill

and wash it all away

with the intent to kill

so that I should do as you say

and suffer as you may:

With pills, swill, eyes glazed,

and an overdose of hate.

You have yourself to blame.

[lawbreaker13]

Did you know that if you start listening to Are You Happy? by Bo Burnham at exactly 11:58:10 on December 31st, you can begin your new year with an existential crisis?

[avixthecat]

i would like to let all of you know the first shiny i ever caught (NOT saw, the first i've ever SEEN was a gastly that got away because i ran out of pokeballs) was the blinding

DUNG BEETLE POKEMON IT WAS BLINDING RELLOR THAT I CAUGHT FIRST

[t4ct1c4l-fluk3]

Maybe your mother was right. Maybe you shouldn't have been rescued. Maybe you should have stayed at the pound instead. At least if you rotted there, Handy would still be alive. And you know it.

...

[ya-vnizu]

It's pretty old art, but I'm still proud of it!|･ω･)