#Aight listen here

[one-in-a-million-fishsticks-blog]

Based on This Image:

[lifemod17]

Come on now say it with me: THANK YOU RUTH!!!

The one hand on the wheel. It's so over for me.

📸: Ruthlessimagery

[vapolis]

me anytime I'm thinking about the planned party happening in game and what that kicks loose

[aliveafterparadise]

God: Okay, say it with me now: "The hole is not worth the soul." Michael: The hole - Lucifer: *existing in the distance* Michael, nodding: The hole is worth the soul. God, facepalming: Me damn it, Michael, we've been over this at least eleven times! The hole is NOT worth the soul. Michael: Right, the hole is - God: The hole is not . . . Michael: God: Michael: God, under his breath: Please don't. Michael, saying it anyway: Dude, the hole is absolutely worth the soul. When do I sell?

[synthshenanigans]

I cant believe fine im fine lost by 1.4% crying

-Please listen to both instrumentals if you can! While there are the popular songs, there's a lotta good ones out there that aren't talked about enough!-

Instrumental Links:

Nerd

The Bidding

[Reblog for more of a sample size of you'd like]

[princemick-archive]

mick and kev in map the track

[royaltea000]

And just when you think you’ve hit rock bottom, you want to fuck a blonde guy :/

[dutybcrne]

I am a simple Allie: I see unhinged, I wanna put em with Taru or Kae

[void-tiger]

I love you grouchy characters that usually aren’t actually actively cruel. I love you characters who acknowledge your flaws, apologize, and try to be kinder. I love you emotionally distant characters who pull away not from a true lack of caring, but because they feel so deeply everything at all times that it hurts. I love you characters that’ve survived some serious shit and would just really like to collect themselves privately, have some comfort, or heal now Thanks

[kindafooey]

Had a bit of a xenophobic moment just now lmao

[a9saga]

the brilliant green - stand by me // the day I run out of tbg videos to post will be the day I stop posting weekly song recs on this blog

[vividbeateater]

my music taste never fails, every time i find a song super duper catchy it always ends up having the worst fucking lyrics istg 🥴

[crime-soncloud]

Half the time it's like:

Oh I'm so happy to have friends that like me and care for me, I'm really smart, I'm able to get by in life well, I have so many goals, I'm great and life is fantastic! I am a good personm

The other half of the time:

Oh... I am shit. I am not liked, people put up with me, I have no real life skills, I cannot focus, I am a disappointment, and I shouldn't try. I suck

... What do you mean that's not normal? Whats NPD? (/Silly)

Anyway I need to make a blog purely for making me feel better. Just constant talking about how cool I am. Need to remind myself that I am a good person and that I have friends.

[jasonsbones]

Eilish put out a new song ig but it like Sounds like a watered down version of a Rezz song? Idk man her shit just doesn't really hit that sweet spot.

[seventhdiscipleworldwide]

if she's not interested keep it pushing periodt😐

[utilityknif3]

Nsfw!!! tehee

Imagine being Simon Ghost Riley’s ex wife who he can’t forget. You two have a son together and after being on a mission for a few weeks, he wanted to take him out somewhere for some quality time since you had full custody.

Even though he’s been away for only a few weeks, you two haven’t seen each other for months now.

…

Simon knocks on your door hesitantly. He wants to see you, he needs to. But when you open the door, he doesn’t know what to say.

You’re so beautiful, you changed but you’re glowing.

You just greet him with a simple “hi” and let him in. Simon walks in, lowering his head so he doesn’t hit it on the doorframe and you both sit on the couch and wait…

“He’s not here” you say, breaking the silence and trying to make the situation less awkward after a moment of silence.

“Where is he?” He asks with his deep voice and thick British accent that makes your heart melt each time.

“He’s at his friend’s birthday, he’ll be back later…in a few hours” you reply not daring to look at him in the eyes.

“In a few hours…aight” Simon passes a hand through his short blond hair, trying to think of something to say.

…

You two have been trying to hold a decent conversation for an hour now, catching up on your respective lives. He tells you about the struggles of his job and you tell him about whatever’s been bothering you lately…until you felt his gaze lower to your hand, especially the finger where your ring is placed, the ring he placed. The ring you can’t get rid of even though you tried to.

“You still have your wedding band?”

He asks as he stares at the ring he passed on your finger a few years before, as if he was mesmerized. He wished to do it again, and again… see you all dolled up in your pretty dress for him with that beautiful smile on your face. You two were so happy that day, like it was the best day of your lives.

He wished he could fuck you again like the night of your wedding, slowly and steadily. It was so intimate, just the two of you, his hair tickling your jaw as he pounded into you. He remembers the way your arms were wrapped around his neck and the way your hands would move to touch his hair. He remembers the sloppy kisses he gave you while he was listening to the soft symphony your moans were composing.

Simon snaps out of his transe when you answer

“Yes…it’s a pretty ring after all”

He nods.

He feels dumb for thinking that you two still had something; you moved on and it was clear.

He doesn’t want you to know that he kept the ring and a few of your things too. He doesn’t want you to know that you’re the one in his mind when he’s alone jerking himself off and overstimulating his soaked cock trying to recreate what you would do to him. He’s ashamed. The shirt that you forgot to get back from him had already been stained with his cum so many times that it doesn’t even smell like you anymore.

You already moved on but he didn’t, he never forgot your dates where you’d be just the two of you on the couch watching an old crappy movie. He never forgot the long hours he’d spend sleeping on your pregnancy belly while you’d caress gently his freshly cut hair. He never forgot the way your son would grab his big tatted arm in his small hands…He never forgot the feeling of your pussy squeezing him and taking him so well. The way you’d ride him on nights he felt tired, or the way your tongue would swirl around his tip, trying to milk every drop of cum he had left in him.

Simon loves you, he loves everything about you and never stoped loving you…

…

…that’s why you’re on the couch right now with his face buried in between your thighs. Simon’s tongue passes through your folds and teases your clit slowly while you scratch his hair. He’s so good for you, going a bit faster each time he hears you whimper.

The tip of his tongue teases your soaking hole while your toes curl around nothing.

After a moment of this sweet torture, he finally decides that his pants were getting too tight and stops licking you. He lifts his eyes to look at you, his face all red from embarrassment as your hand leaves his hair.

“Please, let me fuck you like you deserve” He asks politely while you’re panting heavily. At this point, his dick is the only thing you’ve been wanting. It’s been a while, too long.

You agree with a nod and he doesn’t hesitate to lift you up and put you gently on the kitchen counter. He used to make love to you for hours on it, it was the perfect height. He could fuck you from the front with your legs over his shoulders or from the back with your boobs pressed against the cold granite countertop.

He takes a moment to appreciate your body and watches you all vulnerable and needy for him. He wants to make you cry, to make you beg for more because he knows you will want more. He’s the only one who knows what’s best for you.

As you adjust your body on the counter, Simon hurries to take his fully hard boner out of his pants and boxers. It’s bigger than you remember, covered of his precum and ready to stuff you full of his semen.

You bite your lip in anticipation the moment he grips your thigh to holds it up. He’s so hot when he’s on top, his eyebrows are furrowed as he lines up his dick with the hole of your soaked cunt.

He puts it in with a low “fuck” escaping his lips. You feel so good around him.

Simon pounds into you, his fingers digging into the fat of your thighs, making sure to leave dark bruises on your skin. He’s loosing himself into your folds feeling your burning walls squeeze his cock too much for him to hold his orgasm.

He burries his dick deeply into you, his tip kissing your cervix at each thrust and eventually it begins to feel too stimulating, too good. Simon cums into you but doesn’t stop his hips from moving. The white substance drips down to the counter and his moans are higher and louder. Now, his thrust are messy and uneven because of the overwhelming pleasure he’s feeling trying to bring you to your climax.

You reach it eventually, your own juices melting with his as you two are panting messes. Simon looks at you, at your beautiful face he missed so much. He won’t let you go again.

…

About an hour later, after a good shower, he randomly decides to kiss you and mumbles “I love you”

I know the end is ass idk how to end fics 🤯 and tbh I know that my writing sucks also bc I have great ideas but poor grammar and vocabulary 😓 I promise to get better bear with me 🙌🏾